I only do it when no one else is here in the apartment, but sometimes I do find myself talking to Lionel like he's sitting there listening. Sometimes, I tell him about my day, our mutual friends, stuff going on in the world. Sometimes, I just talk about how much I miss him and what a struggle it is.
It's funny, I never used to understand or "buy" it when plays and movies showed people carrying on conversations with lost loved ones, around the house, at the gravesites, or whereever. It always seemed totally illogical to me.
It still does. But now, it is also strangely comforting.
I buy it! I don't know if it's the same thing or not, but my whole living room is kinda dedicated to my departed loved ones and family with photos & mementos. I often talk to them when I: have problems, do housework, in emergencies, prayed and talked to God and don't know who to talk to next. And you can't tell me that there isn't a connection. It's too much energy. Too much spirit.
ReplyDeleteA few years back, one morning during a threat of danger, I woke up and a scarf that belonged to my deceased sister that had been nicely laying flat, had somehow fallen to the floor. It was the first thing I saw when I woke up and it was a real live ALERT to what was getting ready to happen.
It IS comforting to know that they don't leave us, they do check in from time to time, and yes they DO HEAR US! It's okay, bro! It's okay!