Anthony has always been extremely fond of our doctor who, for the sake of privacy, I will call ‘Sandy’.
Anthony: So did you see Sandy?
Me: I can’t believe you remembered!
Anthony: Why wouldn’t I?
Me: Well, usually you forget when I tell you something.
Anthony: You need to give me more credit.
Me: Sandy was amazing and has prescribed me with something to help me sleep because every now and then I get insomnia and go a couple of days without sleep.
Anthony: You never told me that.
Me: It’s only since you died.
Anthony: Well I don’t feel particularly dead.
Me: That’s good – as long as you’re okay.
Anthony: I’m as fit as a fiddle.
Me: That’s what you always say. How do you do it?
Anthony: Do what?
Me: How do you always remain so cheerful?
Anthony: Because I’m perfect.
Me: I don’t know what I’d do without you, Ants.
Anthony: You’d do what you are doing, Jules. Anyway, I’m still around somewhere.
Me: But where?
Anthony: Here?
Me: Okay, that’s enough for today – this is too weird.
Anthony: Wait, Jules!
Me: What?
Anthony: Tell Sandy to drop in for a beer some time.
Me: Are you kidding?
Anthony: Come on, Jules, have a laugh!
I think I’m starting to get the hang of these imagined conversations!
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Unable to think of a useful comment, sorry.
No need to comment, Susan – I so appreciate your support!
These ‘conversations’ are remarkably, Julie! It’s clear that your bond was deep and true.
just keep writing. I am sure it must be helping
there you go!
I think these conversations are wonderful. Sometimes one needs to bounce ideas around and who knows better than the inner you.
The’Inner You’ knows what Anthony would have said or done and the Inner You can ensure his wisdom carries on in your heart for moments when you can’t cope, or think what to do in your outward persona.
(as an aside…..I have to give myself a good ‘talking to’ at regular intervals these days to remind myself of how lucky I am. I tell myself to buck up and get on with life, when the going gets tough).
We all need our inner selves to ‘say’ what our outer self can’t.
Before my son died of cancer in my home he told me if he could show me what it was like were he was he would. He said he would try his hardest to show me. One night after he died I woke to find my bedroom with the most incredible colours wafting all around the room. Colours so different from the ones we know..more vibrant and more softer all at the same time. I said..Paul, thank you and then they all went.
That’s incredible! How wonderful.
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An interesting conversation for us to share. I would say that it should be well worthwhile for you to keep talking. I hope that you will always get a response.
This is great!
I’m getting into the swing of it better now I think.