Are you gently sleeping Here inside my dream? And isn't faith believing All power can't be seen “To where you are” (Linda Thompson, Richard N. Marx) If I had to recall one of the most miserable months of 2015, it would have to be February. Note: I am not saying it was the worst because there would be more to come. Yet, for some reason, February sticks out in my mind. Maybe because it was Mom’s month of birth. Maybe because nearly everyone seemed oblivious to our presence, even if there were moments of relief and relative happiness such as the time that a minister from the local Taiwanese association brought me to the vet when Charlie was seemingly ill (turned out it was severe matting in certain areas). At least he was fine even if his fur was shaved off during the coldest day of the year. Poor baby. If Mom were alive, I know he would have crawled into her bed by her side.
Very moving piece. Really enjoyed it. So many instances you write of in these pieces are eerily similar to what I experienced. I remember whenever it would snow, I would typically shovel around 11 at night and my mom being a perpetual worrier would always stand at the door watching me while I did it. She was always afraid I would fall, or have a heart attack in the snow, or even be kidnapped. I remember after finishing up shoveling coming into the house and just feeling the incredible sense of coziness and warmth that the house and my mom waiting at the door provided for me.
I've also spent most of my life being a non-believer. But now that my mom is gone I actually hope that I'm wrong. And there was one instance just recently where I was in the basement and a commode that I had ordered for my mom was against the wall. With my back turned to it all of a sudden it made a jostling sound like it was lifted a couple inches off the ground and dropped. Or as if someone had bumped into it. it. It was very bizarre and startled me. At that point I actually started talking out loud to my mother and crying. Just really strange
Very moving piece. Really enjoyed it. So many instances you write of in these pieces are eerily similar to what I experienced. I remember whenever it would snow, I would typically shovel around 11 at night and my mom being a perpetual worrier would always stand at the door watching me while I did it. She was always afraid I would fall, or have a heart attack in the snow, or even be kidnapped. I remember after finishing up shoveling coming into the house and just feeling the incredible sense of coziness and warmth that the house and my mom waiting at the door provided for me.
I've also spent most of my life being a non-believer. But now that my mom is gone I actually hope that I'm wrong. And there was one instance just recently where I was in the basement and a commode that I had ordered for my mom was against the wall. With my back turned to it all of a sudden it made a jostling sound like it was lifted a couple inches off the ground and dropped. Or as if someone had bumped into it. it. It was very bizarre and startled me. At that point I actually started talking out loud to my mother and crying. Just really strange
Anyway, really enjoying these pieces.