What I Missed

 

I opened my eyes and she was there. It was like a dream that wasn’t. I said “You’re dead” and she replied “Yes.” No doubt between us and no anger. All of those emotions are for the living.

 

 For the first time in my life, we spoke of random things that others speak of and we didn’t argue. No blame was placed on any shoulders; no accusations were flung.

 

Everything material simply wasn’t there. Everything that ever came between us…none of it remained in this special place of no color and nothing…there was only us, and we were together for the first time. It was beautiful and it was healing – this brief time with my mother.

 

Looking back, I miss all that she wasn’t and could have been. Nonetheless, I’ll never forget that in this not-place that could have been my own mind, I met my dead mother.

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

Well said conception of what no one can know for sure. Your idea has resonance.