Last night

I dreamt about my mom, and for the first time she wasn't sick and in a hospital. (In my dreams she is always as I last saw her.) Instead, she was healthy and beautiful, and telling me not to be mad at my husband, because I was mad at him in the dream. She told me to give him a chance, to go easy on him--something she had always told me when I was mad at someone in real life. In the dream I held her face in both my hands and it felt so good to touch her, I tried to keep from crying. I didn't want to let her go, and I didn't want her to see that I was upset because I didn't want her to know that I knew she was going to die.




I look at these pictures of her and still just can't believe that she is gone.