It was late one night in December 2014. Christmas was a few weeks away. She turned off the sounds of Christmas carols since it felt blasphemy to hear lyrics of “comfort and joy”. She streamed movies to escape her thoughts when writing was too painful. But in the wee hours of the morning, she would lower the sound so her neighbours could sleep through the night. “Lucky them,”she often thought. How she wished she could turn off her brain and sleep. What a world would be for her to fill her mind with “nothingness”.
She sat in her lazyboy looking out the window at the snow falling. Each snowflake different from the other. How amazing is that? she wondered. And then she heard her coffee maker making spits and spats. It was three in the morning. What the heck is going on?
She got up and unplugged her coffee maker and said aloud, “Okay, Mom, that was weird. How the heck did you do that?” She sat in the old antique chair in the kitchen and felt a presence…her presence. A cool breeze was blowing her way and she closed her eyes and thought in her mind, “It’s okay, Mom, I’m not scared. How I miss your hugs!” Tears streaming down her cheeks she felt a coldness pass through her entire body slowly. How amazing is that?! Her mother was able to communicate her unconditional love to her even from the afterlife. Was it her spirit? Was it her phantom? Whatever it was, it appeased her knowing her mother was still sticking around for her before travelling in other mysterious spheres.
frigid air through her chest
touched by an angel
Her mother passed December 2nd, 2014