The Downstairs Thief

My essay was posted on the Compassionate Friends website this week. I wrote it in 2017, but I had mulled about the dream for several years before then. It took me time to prod and poke at my reflection on the dream in my journal, I knew I hadn’t quite culled it. It also took time for me to more fully live into the experience of a bereaved mom before I had a moment of understanding. After that, I wrote the essay in a few days. I’m glad it continues to resonate with folks who are trying to live with the absence and presence of those they love.

I had a vivid dream shortly after Mack, our son, died. I walked into our house through the front door and immediately recognized that we had been robbed. I made my way tentatively through each familiar room surveying overturned furniture, shattered lamps; I noted the computers were taken and the silver.

But, something inside assured me that they didn’t make it upstairs.

Read it all at Compassionate Friends

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