Glazed Earthenware Horse wrote:Thank you tennisman. And will never forget your kindness and words. It has helped me a lot. Worst time of all is in the morning, because a Mum became more vulnerable, and before the 'care home'--she would phone me religiously at 8am. And then there are dreams in which Mum always appears. Which I know is inevitable. Awful dream last night. When she was dying in Scunthorpe General..when I took a break to have a vape outside the main entrance--there was a recorded message ---it was the voice of a boy asking people not to smoke..'This is a smoke free Hospital...' In the dream I was in the Chapel of Rest looking for Mum's body and I saw the boy in a recording booth speaking those words. So disturbing, I had to get out of bed and make myself a cup of strong tea. Although stronger would have been better. I suppose it's just all got to get out...one way or another. Dreams do help. Thanks for your help my friend. And I know how hard it will be for you in the next two weeks. .
Yes, dreams play a key part in sorting out the rationality and emotional side of it all.
The good thing about the bad ones is at least, that you wake up and reach for the kettle!!!
My dad died way back in 1974 on January 25th.
For years, that day / date was a vivid recreation of him and his memory.
But as time passed, that intensity softened.
This January 25th went by without me even thinking of him.
But he is never forgotten and when we inter Mum's ashes with him, on her birthday down in the beauty of West Wales (Barmouth area) in mid June, the tribute to both will be complete.
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