How are you?”

She sounded like she was so happy to see me, but her eyes had this strange satisfaction that made me think she had been expecting us all along.

We sat in the living room, and I noticed everything was just as I remembered, except for one addition: a small shrine with my photo, candles, and fresh flowers.

My stomach churned.

“Mom, this has to stop,” I said, fighting to keep my voice steady.

“Why did you do it? Why pretend I was dead?”

She sighed.

“I couldn’t let you leave me like your father did. I needed to keep you close, Penny.

This was the only way I knew how.”

I felt sick.

I knew this wasn’t just grief. It was more like an obsession, and I knew Mom wouldn’t let me live my life if I let her continue this. I could see how she wanted to control my life, trap me in this town, in her house, in the twisted version of reality she had created.

I knew I had to stop her.

“Mom, this isn’t normal,” I said as I stood up.

“I think you need to talk to someone. Maybe a professional who can help you through this.”

She shook her head.

“Mom, please,” I cried. “I’ll get you the best therapist in town and you’ll be fine in no time.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Penny,” she said, looking down at her palms.

“And neither are you.”

Stay calm, Penny, I told myself as I took a deep breath. I knew pushing her and arguing with her wouldn’t work.

“Okay… how about this,” I began, hoping she would consider my suggestion.

“Why don’t you come live near us? I’ll find you a nice house nearby, and we can see each other every day.”

Mom looked at me with a blank face.

“I mean…” I continued, “You won’t have to be alone and I’ll be able to look after you this way.

What do you say?”

That’s when a lovely smile spread across Mom’s face.

“You’d really do that for me, Penny?”

“Of course, Mom,” I said, taking her hand.

“We’re family. But if you agree, I need you to let go of this… this memorial you’ve built. It’s not healthy, and it’s not real.

Let’s take it down and start fresh, okay?”

She hesitated but eventually nodded.

“Alright, Penny. If it means being closer to you, I’ll do it.”

A week later, I stood beside Mom as we watched the cemetery workers carefully remove the headstone bearing my name.

And then it was time for the shrine in the living room to be dismantled.

Soon, we began preparing for Mom to move near our place.

Honestly, the transition hasn’t been easy, but I know it’s the right one. I just feel so grateful that I decided to visit Dad’s grave that day because if I hadn’t, I could’ve never learned about the strange world Mom was living in.

Now, for the first time in years, it feels like we’re finally heading in the right direction.

Dad’s memory will always be with us, but it’s more of a source of strength rather than pain.

Source: amomama