Friday, March 20, 2015

Dreaming of Billy

Taking a mental health day today. My psychiatrist is making me do it - saw him yesterday. It's a good good thing. And apparently helping me come to terms with things. I dreamt of Billy last night. He had just finished eating and was cleaning up, and also laid down and rolled happily. Then later he jumped up on the bed and I was surprised I could feel his weight. I knew in the dream he was a ghost and was so happy to see him.

I did a radio show Wednesday night in honor of him. Remembering.  And then later that evening figured out it was the anniversary of my mom's death. So felt guilty I didn't do anything for her. But honestly I think that was on purpose subconsciously. I didn't want to remember her death day. Her birthday is later this month and would rather remember that. But yes, I should do both.

It's interesting that people seem to be much more comfortable expressing sympathy about the death of my cat versus my mom. It's less scary I suppose. Certainly true of M. I appreciate it all.

So off to see flowers and have lunch with a friend. After exercising. All the shit I really have to do can come tomorrow - so out of my head dammit!


Churlita said...

I was 10 when my mom died, so I don't remember what day it was. It was right before Halloween. So,I just celebrate her birthday.

I'm glad Billy is still visiting you, but the idea of Archie coming back form the dead scares the crap out of me.

Enjoy your Friday off. First day of Spring!

NoRegrets said...

That's so funny. Archie I'm sure wouldn't wreak too much havoc. Or, rather when he did, you'd be ok with it.