Awww, Janet. You couldn't have lied.

I remember telling my mom this same thing and she was so shocked. She asked where he was. She saw him the night before but he was outside her window and she could not get it open to let him in.

She said she did not remember him passing. After that, all she said was she missed him, and her mother.

Later, she remembered things about him. though. That memory comes and goes.

Beautiful poem Janet. Thanks for reminding me of my mother.