The oddest feeling of all was after the death of my mother, Lucille, 10 years ago. My father had already died, but I always had some attachment to our big family while she was alive. She was from the previous generation, which kept us all going. She was always interested in all of us and would pass on all the news from various uncles and aunts. But when she died, I felt bereft. It seems strange to say now that I felt so lonely, yet I did. It was as if her passing put me into the same category of a kid who was an orphan. Crazy. And this is from a man in his 40s. Truth be told, I feel like shedding a tear here and now just talking about it.

Perfil do Bill Murray no The Guardian.