With the late President Bush passing recently, many news cartoons were nostalgic about he and his long-gone family members reuniting in heaven. Now, I’m also experiencing imaginary meetings with my late family members. I’m the only one left from parents, a daughter and two sons. It often happens at dawn just before I wake. Is it senility or a conscious way to seek comfort while facing the inevitable?
In a way, those dreams are positive. For several years I volunteered at nursing homes. One memory is of a smiling elderly woman who frequently sat at a table for four in the dining room. She conversed with three imaginary people in surrounding empty chairs. Of course, she was senile, but I found it comforting that she was happy to be with her long-gone family members, and would soon join them.