I was coming up to wakefulness when I felt the presence of my son, dead ten years. “I’m so sorry, I’m so very sorry”, I murmured to him. “Don’t be sad, Mom, I’m happy; I live on a lake in Wisconsin where I swim every day. I’m a Golden Retriever!” This has given me tremendous solace, once I tamped down an irrational urge to go yard to yard around every lake in Wisconsin. I’m aware this is my imaginative subconscious performing self-care, but I can’t eliminate a thread of magic. I, too, have lost two sons to wildly out-of-order death. Your reflections are both reassuring and; challenging.
Susan @ Issue no. 345