My Mother And My Father
Feb. 12th, 2016 09:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphiloWe had to pick my mother up off the floor yesterday morning; she'd fallen while moving between her bedside commode and the bed and couldn't get up again. She wasn't badly injured- and by now she'll have forgotten it ever happened.
My father turned up in my dreams last night- looking young and with a shine around him. He apologised for not being in a position to help more.
Only he said, "We" not "I"- as if he were speaking for my mother as well as himself.
When he makes these appearances I never recognise him as dead.
My father turned up in my dreams last night- looking young and with a shine around him. He apologised for not being in a position to help more.
Only he said, "We" not "I"- as if he were speaking for my mother as well as himself.
When he makes these appearances I never recognise him as dead.
