my dad’s sister
vividly remembered
the night their mom died
~
a vision
at the foot of her bed
~
a beautiful girl
surrounded by green grass
lovely flowers
~
in her low dialect
she spoke
~
Look at Me
~
she thought
I’m dreaming
again
~
Look at Me
~
~
then gone
my aunt took sick
three weeks in the hospital
a severe flu
Geo Sans 
my aunt wondered
was this a vision
possibly a comfort, a consolation
for her grieving family
~
10 of the 12 children
took sick from this
severe flu
a comfort, Mom probably visited each one before she left…
I’d say it was the doctor bringing the flu with him from some other sick persons house, and a massive dose of pain at losing their mother. too sad, written well!
I’m wondering tho, how visiting these other passing’s is helping you in your loss?? If you ever need to chat, scream, cry, anything, you can always email me @ ________@gmail.com for a private talk. I want to say, write out your pain, not others. write it all out, you will feel peace for a bit. write it out and DON’T post it, let it sit, then go back and think about the same moment, write it again….not edit, write it… you may find that over time, it is lessoning, you can see it in your writing….it never goes away, we just learn to deal with it…it’s all we can do! Peace to you my friend, and feel free to delete this comment, you won’t hurt my feelings at all. tc
thanks for your caring words
~
my grief
connects me to a larger part
of humanity
~
my questions
exploration
writing
help me to learn
about humanity
in a bigger picture
~
for me
it is a comfortable
concept
place
to assume
on oneself …
:)
Hauntingly enchanting. Our family mythology adds a deeper layer to us.
… and deeper understanding …