Handstands in the Dark: a True Story of Growing Up And Survival
“Some nights I had to stay awake because I was frightened the nightmares could actually take me straight to my death. The worst dreams, though, were not the ones where I was attacked, chased and slashed by demons but the ones where I met my Mammy and she was laughing, chatting and stroking my head. I got to chat with her and tell her how much I missed her. I hugged her and even Major my dog came into these dreams and let me stroke his wiry coat. When I awoke, the grief was horrendous. I had to c...onfront the pain of separation all over again and that pain would stay with me all day. I would stomp around the Weavers, my head all foggy with images of my Mammy, her eyes twinkling, laughing with me. I didn’t want ‘glimpses’ of her, I hated smelling her near me in my dreams, touching her soft face, hearing her grainy voice and then, in the morning, having to face the fact she was dead. I preferred no contact. I didn’t want to feel that terrible emptiness and pain anew again. I wanted to sleep like Ashley.MoreLess
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