Beautiful story Aimee - my mother passed the day offer we last corresponded, and it’s been rough. She has come to me in a vivid dream, and we can only treasure our memories. Your heartfelt writing speaks to our souls!
Thanks for this, Aimee. I also write down dreams of the dead when I can. My dad passed in 94 and mom in 2017. They visit me in dreams individually, rarely together, though they loved each other intensely in life. As you say in your elegant way, it’s the longing you and your mother had for each other that brings her to you now. This is true also of me with my brother and a few others who’ve stepped off the edge--it’s more than love that calls them back, maybe something unresolved or unsaid. But if it’s a comforting presence, it can be sustaining, even helpful.
Beautiful story Aimee - my mother passed the day offer we last corresponded, and it’s been rough. She has come to me in a vivid dream, and we can only treasure our memories. Your heartfelt writing speaks to our souls!
Thanks for this, Aimee. I also write down dreams of the dead when I can. My dad passed in 94 and mom in 2017. They visit me in dreams individually, rarely together, though they loved each other intensely in life. As you say in your elegant way, it’s the longing you and your mother had for each other that brings her to you now. This is true also of me with my brother and a few others who’ve stepped off the edge--it’s more than love that calls them back, maybe something unresolved or unsaid. But if it’s a comforting presence, it can be sustaining, even helpful.
Beautiful. Thank you.
As always, you write with truth as your editor. This piece hit me in the heart. I love you my friend.
Thanks for this lovely and comforting story, Aimee.
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