After a few years of my mother’s death, one day I dreamt about her turning up at a picnic scene.
I don’t remember exactly who there was.
There was a hill not very steep.
Green grassed. I think my father was there and my mum who had passed away turned up out of nowhere starting to nag us in a very familiar and usual way.
It was not annoying and I remember saying to her “where have you been?”
I was so happy to see her but at the moment in the dream I did not think she was dead.
And I was sad when I woke up.
