Hearing things

The best thing about this morning is listening to the girls giggle downstairs. I can almost pretend to hear Katie's laughter in the group. 

I was reading yesterday about children and grief and the article mentioned 

"'hysterical materializations' (transient visual or auditory misperceptions of the loved one's image or voice) and many other potential symptoms. These symptoms are similar to those often seen in the acute post-traumatic period."

http://teacher.scholastic.com/professional/bruceperry/child_loss.htm

That reminds me of the first night Libby was home and was trying to sleep in her own bed alone. She kept hearing Katie ask her to go downstairs and bring her a Coke. (Which she would often do. Libby would bring two Cokes and they would laugh and giggle and talk while drinking them.). It was real to the point that Libby got up and started down the stairs before she realized. 

I think we all hear Katie and see Katie. She's at the very least in our hearts and on our minds constantly.