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Was sat around the childhood home kitchen table with family members: my dad, myself, one other (one of my brothers, presumably), and...my mum. Just talking or some such. I glanced to the right to observe my mum, and suddenly exclaimed, realizing, "What are you doing here?!" or "You're not supposed to be here!" or a combination of the both. In other words, that she wasn't suposed to be 'here', she was dead. It was, I think, more of an excited realization than rejection. But upon hearing this, she kind of deflated (like a balloon), slumping and sliding down out of her chair, under the table (as I type this, recaling that detail, I'm figuratively rolling my eyes, going, 'Really? Really?!').
My dad jumped up out of his chair to her right, exclaiming, "What'd you do that for?! I NEEDED her!!" (And he does, he really does...he's still taking it really hard. He'd be that gutted if this particular scenario happened.)
I then jumped up guiltily, exclaiming back as excitedly, "She'll be back! She ALWAYS comes back!!"
Indeed, we quickly came to the conclusion that this black and white semi-long haired cat (that hadn't been there before, perhaps?) that was suddenly there, under the table, was her. I think I patted it as it walked further into the more open part of the kitchen, and my dad indicated (with a hint of satisfaction over his cleverness) that he'd put out a can of fancy type cat food, and the cat was sticking around / being lured by it. As if (implied) the soul was kind of skittish, but he'd figured out how to calm and sooth her, to get her to stay (even if only in cat form).
Regarding the aforementioned 4th person who was there, but not focused on by me / didn't seem to engage with my dad, my mum, or me directly: makes me wonder if this really was a sibling, or more of an observer or mediator...
My dad jumped up out of his chair to her right, exclaiming, "What'd you do that for?! I NEEDED her!!" (And he does, he really does...he's still taking it really hard. He'd be that gutted if this particular scenario happened.)
I then jumped up guiltily, exclaiming back as excitedly, "She'll be back! She ALWAYS comes back!!"
Indeed, we quickly came to the conclusion that this black and white semi-long haired cat (that hadn't been there before, perhaps?) that was suddenly there, under the table, was her. I think I patted it as it walked further into the more open part of the kitchen, and my dad indicated (with a hint of satisfaction over his cleverness) that he'd put out a can of fancy type cat food, and the cat was sticking around / being lured by it. As if (implied) the soul was kind of skittish, but he'd figured out how to calm and sooth her, to get her to stay (even if only in cat form).
Regarding the aforementioned 4th person who was there, but not focused on by me / didn't seem to engage with my dad, my mum, or me directly: makes me wonder if this really was a sibling, or more of an observer or mediator...