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I don't normally remember my dreams; and those I do are fragmented and indistinct. So I was a bit surprised to have my mother turn up in one last night. She died in 1987, and while of course I think of her from time to time, she hasn't featured in any dreams since just after her death.
She was here at our home, in the kitchen; hair done as it always was for one of her nights out (she ran a club in London, and often had to go to formal events) but instead of the usual flowing evening gown, she had on her old winter robe and slippers!
She was helping me plan... my funeral. She was quite insistent that I couldn't leave all this stuff up to chance. Music, venue, food... All of which in the cold light of day is amusing, since my mother's idea of a funeral would have been an open bar at a local pub, with sausage rolls, chicken and mushroom vol-au-vent and ham sandwiches!
Sitting on the bar stools at the kitchen counter, she insisted I write everything down. It was not at all a sombre meeting - quite the reverse. It was good to see her again and we laughed over the task in hand.
I woke up not at all rested, even though I went to bed early and got up late.
I think this must be a result of various deaths and bad news lately - Bill had news of the death of an old friend of his yesterday, and that was on top of my own friends' issues that I wrote about recently.
OK - better start making my list!
She was here at our home, in the kitchen; hair done as it always was for one of her nights out (she ran a club in London, and often had to go to formal events) but instead of the usual flowing evening gown, she had on her old winter robe and slippers!
She was helping me plan... my funeral. She was quite insistent that I couldn't leave all this stuff up to chance. Music, venue, food... All of which in the cold light of day is amusing, since my mother's idea of a funeral would have been an open bar at a local pub, with sausage rolls, chicken and mushroom vol-au-vent and ham sandwiches!
Sitting on the bar stools at the kitchen counter, she insisted I write everything down. It was not at all a sombre meeting - quite the reverse. It was good to see her again and we laughed over the task in hand.
I woke up not at all rested, even though I went to bed early and got up late.
I think this must be a result of various deaths and bad news lately - Bill had news of the death of an old friend of his yesterday, and that was on top of my own friends' issues that I wrote about recently.
OK - better start making my list!
