Free in your fantasy world

My Mum talked about her “fantasy world” to me when she was on end-of-life care.

She’d read old childrens books, entranced by the artwork and the stories.

When I got her another for her birthday, she enjoyed reading it, saying it was a lovely addition to her “fantasy world”.

A place she could go, even when she couldn’t go anywhere.

I’ve long enjoyed an inner “fantasy world” too, and never knew we had this in common until the very end.

If you have one, talk about it. Share it.

If you don’t have one, I can’t recommend it enough.

Because you’re always free in your fantasy world, even when your body starts to fail you.