As we march closer to the one year anniversary of my father’s death, Mom seems to be sensing Dad’s presence more at home. She told me the other night she fell asleep only to be awakened to the sound of someone wheezing. She instantly thought that it was my dad. He had suffered from both COPD and emphysema in the last several years of his life.
Then she reminded herself that Dad was no longer suffering anywhere on this planet.
She then thought it was me, but I’m in Atlanta at the moment. She then convinced herself that she was the wheezing (or snoring) culprit.
Our loved ones leave us on a mental and physical plane, but sometimes part of them lingers in the minds of those that mourn them.