The Second Dream during the Holidays is that both my parents died when my sisters and I were. No longer getting along. I took a picture or found a picture of we three girls in happier days and my Mother reached her hand out of the grave so I could give it to her so she could be at peace. I suppose for myself too. Sometimes when I go to the grocery store I get an immense headache could with fear of how am I going to get through this episode . My body goes into "warning", "warning"! I am stubborn and I go.
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