In the summer of 1987, my father, deceased since 1967, stood at the foot of my bed, wearing his trademark British woolen suit, and said: "It's time you to get up... We got to go...." It's a mystery he visited although I do have my suspicions... we never really had a father-son relationship. Ever since that day my life's been a struggle. You're lucky your mother sounds like a warm empathetic mom. I'd kill for parents like her.
You will have to write more of these family stories, AT. I find the more I talk or write about the problematic people from my past, the less power they have over me.
As they often say, "Sometimes more is just more." The best thing about 50-word stories is that you really have to hone it down to the absolute essence -- good practice for any of us.
Afterlife as a 'general' thing is something I feel is pretty hard to relate to - but where it comes to ourselves and the very specific-to-us people we love and memories we treasure, well yes, there's no need for belief. Because look, there they all are. ♥️
A beautiful story (and beautiful exchange of comments here, too)! Your fifty-word stories linger long after they’ve been read, my friend. A great way to start my day. Thank you.
Beautiful, Sharron. Perhaps the spirits believe in you.
Well put, Jim. I was grappling with a similar comment myself, but couldn't quite make it
Oh... I hadn't thought of it that way. You are probably right. Thank you, my friend.
She would be proud of you
Thank you, Scott. And your mom of you.
In the summer of 1987, my father, deceased since 1967, stood at the foot of my bed, wearing his trademark British woolen suit, and said: "It's time you to get up... We got to go...." It's a mystery he visited although I do have my suspicions... we never really had a father-son relationship. Ever since that day my life's been a struggle. You're lucky your mother sounds like a warm empathetic mom. I'd kill for parents like her.
You will have to write more of these family stories, AT. I find the more I talk or write about the problematic people from my past, the less power they have over me.
I know about those words of wisdom that come from our loved ones and I honor them.
Yes, you DO know. My mom still lives in my head. How could she not? Thanks Janice. I always appreciate your empathy.
and my heart.
Memories and visions are two different things.
The beauty of this piece is proof that simplicity is frequently more powerful than complexity.
As they often say, "Sometimes more is just more." The best thing about 50-word stories is that you really have to hone it down to the absolute essence -- good practice for any of us.
Quite.
Oh gosh, Sharron. Wonderful, as always.
Afterlife as a 'general' thing is something I feel is pretty hard to relate to - but where it comes to ourselves and the very specific-to-us people we love and memories we treasure, well yes, there's no need for belief. Because look, there they all are. ♥️
I could not have said it so beautifully. Thank you Rebecca. I wish we were neighbors
A pleasure, Sharron. And gosh, me too! 😊
A beautiful story (and beautiful exchange of comments here, too)! Your fifty-word stories linger long after they’ve been read, my friend. A great way to start my day. Thank you.
Thank you, Justin. I am always so happy to receive your comments. They mean more than you know.
Very nice, Sharron! Your Mother is not gone. She's in your heart.
Yes, she is, and will live here until forever. Thanks, James
Lovely. So much said in so few words. Well done!