Warning! Possible emotional trigger.
This is a work of fiction. This was a nightmare I woke up from.
I had this terrible nightmare. I woke up and was unsure of what was real.
In my sleep, my younger daughter said “mama, we have to go”.
“Mama, we have to go”
“Mama, they’re waiting for us”
“Mama, it’s me. I love you. We have to go.”
I turned to this sweet, stubborn, wonderful child. I beheld her in all of her empathy and love, and loss. And all I could do was follow.
We stood beside this hole in the ground. What was this?
I remember my grandfather’s service. The box was so much bigger than this.
“Mama, here is the rose.”
Where did the rose go? Where did her sister go?
I had this terrible nightmare. I forgot that she was gone, and then I remembered.
I had this terrible nightmare.