My mother is dead. She’s been gone for almost three years now, and yet, I still speak to her. Aloud.
My lone voice greets the air with a “Hey, mom,” when her presence feels particularly strong. Or an “I love you,” after her memory springs vivid. Her spirit lives in and around me and so our conversation continues on a new subtle level. I find it comforting in many ways.
I have a feeling this is more common than I realize. Does anyone else speak to their dead loved ones?
I’d love to hear from you.