My Mother And My Father

[poliphilo]

We 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.

Comments

[topum.livejournal.com]

I understand that he is alive for you in your dreams. I meant to ask if he ever shared anything you did not already know in those conversations with you.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

No, he never did that.