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Imagined conversation 79: Christmas eve 2018

Me: If you were here at home, back in time, Ants, we would have been sneaking bits of the Christmas ham and drinking champagne, then you would have eventually gone to bed and I would stay up for hours, wrapping presents to put into his pillow-case, leaving the empty pillowcase on the end of his bed and secretly filling the identical pillow-case (blue) with as many presents as I could fit into it! You thought I was extravagant but I was just doing what my parents did and, anyway, it was Ming, our only child; I wanted to give him the world + lego.

Anthony: It is quite common for middle-aged women to feel a bit lost when their children grow up.

Me: Straight to the point as usual, Ants – I miss you.

Anthony: I miss you too, Jules, but I mostly miss seeing Ming growing into a man of my calibre.

Me: Your arrogance is breathtaking, Ants!

Anthony: Jules?

Me: Ants?

Anthony: I am with you.

Me: Okay.

 

 

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Imagined conversation 78

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Me: I miss you so much, Ants – sometimes it is like this silent, piercing, explosive shriek inside me and I can hardly bear the physical palpitating pain of it.

Anthony: Pull yourself together, Jules – you can do it.

Me: All this other wonderful stuff is happening but the joy I should be feeling is clouded over a bit by grief; it has now been 455 days since you died.

Anthony: 456 days to be exact.

Me: Are you kidding? Is there a time difference in Heaven?

Anthony: We do live in Western Australia, Jules.

Me: Was that a deliberate faux pas, Ants? You don’t live here anymore.

Anthony: I am in the air around the Aga.

Me: Oh shut up! Now I know you are kidding around and I guess that is what is the most painful thing for me – you had had so many TIAs but you always woke up again. When you did die, I thought for a moment that you just might be pretending.

Anthony: I am so sorry, Jules.

Me: Yeah, you did do the death thing brutally fast. I am glad for you but even after all of these long, longing, days, I am still a bit shocked at how fast I lost you.

Anthony: I miss you too, my beautiful girl.

Me: I will tell you more about your headstone tomorrow; it is absolutely perfect!

Anthony: I love you, Jules.

 

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Tomorrow is Monday

Me: While I was away, my mother visited your grave on my behalf and found what had been such a beautiful space overtaken by weeds.

Anthony: She is extraordinary!

Me: Were you watching her do the woodchip thing? Did you know she complained to the shire and they got right onto it?

Anthony: I have a room with a view.

Me: Tomorrow is Monday and your headstone is finally going to happen, Ants.

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