It is October and as Halloween is soon upon us,
I have a question. Do you ever talk to the dead?
I never really thought of it before . . . my father
is someone I could always talk to and although
he passed, lo these many years ago, I still talk
to him. I greet my mother and brother, from time
to time, but don't really talk to them, per se. No,
it's my father to whom I chat, telling him my woes,
my sorrows and fears. I hadn't given much thought
to the normalcy, or lack thereof, of such an action
until a few days ago. The subject of Halloween and
the ensuing talk of decor, parties and the inevitable
dead came up. I said something about telling my
father about a certain happening we were talking
about, and I fear I rather startled the gal I was
visiting with. So, before I take myself off to the loony
bin, just thought I'd ask if anyone else indulges in
these chats of a rather different nature!
chatting with my dad
whether here there or beyond
makes it all better
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