"Daddy, I saw him. I can see him out of my bad eye, he healed it so that I can see. I can see him but you can't, no one can, just me." She said as she continued to explain the vision that she had of my dad.
"I saw him in the Market Basket parking lot up against the back where there are lots of rocks; cars can't park there because of the rocks. He had a long black robe on. People were kneeling and praying. Your father was walking through the crowd talking and doing something with his arms. It was like an initiation, he was a High Priest, teaching all the new souls." She waited for me to tell her that she was crazy, but I didn't. I agreed with her hallucination in a matter of fact way as I said, "Dad, he helps new souls and teaches them how to live on the otherside. He works close with God."
My mom, looked at me with a big smile on her face and said, 'Oh, I am so excited! I'm shaking from the inside. I wish you could have seen him, everyone was praying. He is so handsome. He's still chasing me after all these years! He's always been crazy about me and he still is."
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I'm glad to know that not all of her hallucinations are frightening ones that threaten her. I'm glad you didn't try to talk her out of believing what was making her happy, even if it wasn't really true.
ReplyDeleteHappiness is often a much needed reprieved from all the other junk life throws at us....
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet snippet of happiness for your mom :)
Mellodee--- when the hallucinations make her happy, I totally go along with them because it makes her feel good. It makes her feel that she's not crazy, something that is really important to her, to be sane.
ReplyDeleteRoschelle... however we can keep our Jo happy... we will do it!