I dreamt that we were in
a hotel somewhere
packing to leave,
and I look round
making sure that
there's nothing left behind
And I see a bag and/or a pillow
that we need to take
(Dreams are vague like that)
The toilet flushes
and my mother emerges
and I hope that she doesn't ask
because I know he's not there,
and I don't know how to tell her.
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Hugs. Big hugs.
A big hug, Dips.
This post made me teary, Dips. Hugs, Higs and all things in between.
@starry eyed, Mystic Margarita, Boo:
Thanks for the hugs, girls. I am truly thankful that Mummy didn't see Daddy go. He suffered her loss, of course, but was, as always, immensely stoic.
@M4: Thanks, love!
- Tight Hug
I too feel my dad was lucky to have gone three years ago, although I could never have understood or felt this way back then.
This made me ache. So beautiful. A big hug to you.
@gayatri: Thank you!
@Indian Home Maker: Oh yes, some things, some losses seem timely only when our own perspective changes. My mother always thought she'd take care of Dad till his last breath, and then depart, but it was not to be, and I truly think that that was God's kindness to her. All my love to you.
@Thinking Cramps: Dreams are strange indeed! Thanks for the hug.
Hugs hugs hugs
@R's Mom: Thank you.
Oh Dips! :-(
@Just Like That: Such is life!
you write beautifully. i'm so pleased you chanced upon me through yasmeen sait (or yasmeen apa, as I know her). glad you enjoy my mad blog as I am truly enjoying your very thought provoking one.
@tormentedteabag: Love your name here! How did you come up with this?
Looking forward to reading many more posts on your blog. All the best, and thanks for the appreciation.
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