Woke up this morning thinking of my long dead mother.Don't know why .Must have been dreaming of her. I dream of dead people a lot. Maybe I'm trying to drum up some friends in the hereafter. It's scary how it all seems so natural talking to them.
Anyway back to my morning thoughts.
My mother died of cancer when she was just 47 after a hard hard life and today is her birthday.
She was twenty in February and I was born in early March so hardship started early for her. And ,I suppose like most people who have been robbed of the chance to sort things out,I find her visiting me now and again.