While I was reading about the case of Mrs. Matos, I remembered what happened to me. When my dad died about 12 years ago, after few days of grief, I resorted to listening to reggae music. It was my dad's favourite music genre. While I listened to it, I normally had the feeling that he was still with us. It got to a point that, one day, I started perceiving his perfume. It was later that I realized that all these were happening in my head. I'm glad mine didn't degenerate to mental illness.
Well, I later grew over it. People that have never been through emotional stress or strain may not understand how it feels.
Nice piece always Abbey. Much love
Oh Sammi ... this is a very touching account. The fact that you can comfortably and confidently share it with us here demonstrates that you have made piece with the loss of your dad and the emotions that gave rise to. Such accounts are very important for giving hope to others. So, thank you for taking the time to put it down in words. Some of us have been gifted with more resilience than others. While some individuals are able to just dust themselves off and go, others need a little push and understanding :)
With much love & respect,
❤