Weird Memory...
So, weird fact, my family are sensitives. A number of us have dealt with ghosts of a variety of sorts. Some will laugh, others wonder, but, well, it is what we've had to deal with.
I, for one, predicted a few things that happened. Coming home to a funeral, for example. Otherwise, not much for me. Too much restriction on who I am, what I am, so on. But, every now and then, something gets through.
Awhile back, Mom was in for a surgery. I got a few "visits" of folks telling me to look after her. Dad was the major one, not unsurprising. But another was Marx Fox, a family friend who had passed on earlier after breaking his neck while drunk. He was in and out, mostly out, until the end, when he came back to himself, that little glint and smirk of his, then was gone.
Needless to say, I didn't do a good job of looking after Mom. I can't even look after myself in my current state. But she turned out okay.
Some of those memories came back tonight. No reason, just, on the bus, and there they came.
I just want to sleep.
I, for one, predicted a few things that happened. Coming home to a funeral, for example. Otherwise, not much for me. Too much restriction on who I am, what I am, so on. But, every now and then, something gets through.
Awhile back, Mom was in for a surgery. I got a few "visits" of folks telling me to look after her. Dad was the major one, not unsurprising. But another was Marx Fox, a family friend who had passed on earlier after breaking his neck while drunk. He was in and out, mostly out, until the end, when he came back to himself, that little glint and smirk of his, then was gone.
Needless to say, I didn't do a good job of looking after Mom. I can't even look after myself in my current state. But she turned out okay.
Some of those memories came back tonight. No reason, just, on the bus, and there they came.
I just want to sleep.