Those cars of my youth (50’s)
I just returned from the kitchen where I had a conversation with Shirley my departed sister. It was a year ago and in the course of life that is recent. I must be honest, it was a one-sided conversation.
Do you ever talk to the dead?
Of course so far I have gotten no answer, but I keep talking. It may be just for personal satisfaction. I have apologized, praised and thanked them. Even been angry because they left me at the wrong time.
Some I have had just a simple one way conversation with to tell them how I appreciated them and their love.
In all honesty I hope they know I think of them, but I am not sure if it is more for me. I am smiling because the only grave I have visited to speak to someone was Sherry’s mother. Susie was a special lady who died in my arms as I was trying CPR, to no avail. That day is real to me. Sherry reminds me that her mom had cooked a good breakfast. Then cut Wiley, her husband and Mark (our son)’s hair that day. We were all visiting in Sister Lennie’s home when Susie held her hand over her heart and collapsed.
(Susie with Jack jr, holding his new brother Mark. Susie was with Sherry for both births.JJ in Mississippi and Mark in Missouri)
As a contractor I drove around a lot, and many days just stopped by Susie’s grave to talk. I mentioned that to Sherry once and she smiled saying she did the same.
We shared many of the same thoughts of her mother.
I think it must be normal, or I ain’t normal anyway !