Two years on
It’s two years today since father left us. I think of him often, as I’m sure mother does, too.
Her memories may be locked inside her head and more often than not, she is unable to say what’s on her mind. But sometimes, they leak out. Like last Saturday, she suddenly sat up on the sofa and mumbled “let’s go see your father.”
“Go see who?” I asked, just to be sure.
“Your father.”
“We can’t go where he is. We can only go when it’s time for us to join him. He’ll be waiting for us. Okay?”
She nodded her head, sat back on the sofa and nothing more was mentioned of father.
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