I woke up this morning from a dream where I heard my mother's voice telling me she would be arriving on a train. "How's that for you?"
This is the first time I have heard my mother's voice since she died five years ago. But I recognized it absolutely. And, I welcomed it. Although not with the same fan fare I would have given it seven months ago.
Mama's is not the voice I yearn to hear.
Yearn - that's quite a word isn't it? Says more than any other about the hurting of missing, wanting, and loss.
As I woke from hearing Mama's voice I wanted to turn over and tell Jim about the dream. We often shared our dreams in the mornings. We would have talked about it and wondered about "why now" and looked for clues that would help explain it or learn from it. "Take a look at the dreams" - that was part of Jim's business as a Psychiatrist and Psychoanalyst. "See what you are telling yourself."
Now I have to figure out the "Mama" dream on my own.
Add that to the list - the list of things I now do on my own.
Truth be told that list is one of the most difficult things about this new life as a widow.
And, its hard to get used to.