My mother died six months ago and I keep finding myself talking to her picture like she can hear me, asking her questions about mundane things like what to cook for dinner. I feel crazy but also like it's the only thing keeping me sane.
More people experience this than they realize.
The boundary between presence and absence becomes permeable when love refuses to acknowledge death's finality.
“Where Are You with Grief as spiritual practice?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.