Wednesday, February 4, 2009

My mother was here....

Last night at exactly midnight I awoke to find a shawdow above my bed. At first I assumed I was sleeping, and there is a good chance I might have been, but I felt more awake than I had in a very long time. The figure just stood there. Staring. Breathing. As I began to awaken more, I had the immediate sense that it was my mother. Now you must understand that I haven't seen my mother in years. So for her to appear to me now, like this, was a very delightful event for myself. The figure sat on the side of my bed and did nothing. Said nothing. Just sat. Becoming far more aware of my surroundings now, I sat up. She was gone. 
It was a dream you say, and if someone had told me this I am sure I would replay in like. But something changed for me last night. I felt as though a new calm has come over me. I am not sure why, but I am more relaxed than I have been in years. I feel settled, as if everything that was meant to be is happening right at this moment. 
I fell back asleep and had two of the most terrifying, horrific dreams I have ever had in my life. 
Feeling my mother in my room made me miss her. I would like to recall one of my most favorable memories of her to you.

When I was younger we lived in a home that had a very large yard in the back. My mother loved to suntan and was constantly stretched on a lounger by our pool. I was about eight at the time and I had become a fan of imitating everything my mother did, so I too spent a great deal of time by our pool. My mother was so beautiful; she had long brown hair that glistened in the sun under her wide-brimmed white sun hat, her skin was always soft and smelled of coconut. Almost everyday that summer we sat side by side on our loungers just baking in the sun. She would bring iced tea and sandwiches out at noon, and a large bowl of salted rippled chips at about 2 o'clock. It was just me and her all summer. She would read me her book and I would lay beside her and stare up at the clouds, imagining the world how it was in her novel. It was beautiful.

I miss her. 

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