She’d be at the window. Resting on her elbows, looking out expectantly, forlornly even. I often wondered what my mom was thinking about as she gazed out, waiting for me to come home from work. You see, after my only brother died in 1981, there was a huge void in my mother’s life that even I, the dutiful daughter, could not fill. Mom’s depression lightened a little with the passage of time but she was never the same and passed on in 1987.
Flash forward to my life now. I rescued my much wanted and wished for tabby cat. He is a joy, full of life and boyish spunk. And he has an interesting habit. Baccarat loves to perch on the edge of our leather sofa, paws hanging over the edge, staring pensively out the window.
So I’ve asked myself…could my Mom’s spirit have come back into this sweet four-legged companion of mine? I asked @intuitvebridge and Bridget said although a rare occurrence, it does happen. It would be rather ironic, my mom, having been afraid of cats.
I guess I’ll never really know for certain, but the thought is somehow comforting to me.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom ! Wherever you are.