Saying Goodbye

I wasn’t in the country when my mother died. I was heartbroken at not being there and unable to say goodbye. My heart ached for many months. One night I dreamt that my mother appeared. She was above me, horizontal as I lay in bed. I felt as though I was slightly above the bed with one arm raised. Mama had an arm stretching towards me. I was aware that we were unable to make physical contact, though I could see her. There was a kind of glass ceiling between us. What I did feel was a rush of heat/love that filled by whole being. She had come to say goodbye and the following morning the pain had gone.

Rosie