February 1, 2013
I only closed my eyes for a moment; It seemed as though I had blinked and turned my head; And there she was. She sat their as beautiful as she was when I was a child. She smiled her noteworthy smile. I could not believe my eyes … so, I closed them. When I opened them, there she sat. I cannot breathe. I turn my head away and return to gaze at her. She is still there.
I said to her, “No! I cannot believe my eyes! You cannot really be here with me now!” Her hair was styled as she loved when she was in her late twenties. Her skin was flawless. She had a talent of raising one eyebrow; It was her signature. She was wearing her white fuzzy jacket … and she quietly giggled. I am in disbelief; So much so that I need to touch her. I grab her upper arm & gasp, “Mom?” …
She giggles again. I can feel her upper arm under her jacket, I can feel her shoulder where her arm and her shoulder meet. I feel her warmth. Gasp! I let out a little cry. “Mom! It is you!! You’re really here!” She smiles with love & pride. Then, surprises me by turning suddenly, embracing me with a huge hug and covers my face with kisses. I’m overwhelmed with the reality, the hug is not a ‘dream’ hug. It has weight, it has strength. It has conviction. I feel the warmth of her kisses and I feel an odd combination of joy & tears welling within me. Surely this cannot be true? But yes, it’s true.
I want her to stay; I never want her to leave. I know this is an amazing gift; I want talk and catch up on news; I want to know how Dad is doing.
My Mom came to visit me … *For Real*
When I opened my eyes, she is gone, yet I can still feel her presence.