This August 2nd will mark the 10-year-anniversary of my Mom’s death. Ten years and some days it still stings like a fresh wound.
I had some intense dreams about Mom right after she died, where we would sit together and talk about what had happened. Sometimes she was mad about having to leave so early and other times she seemed confused about where she was. Once, she even told me that she wasn’t dying after all but was pregnant and suffering from morning sickness. Those dreams scared the hell out of me because they felt so real. If I was honest, I’d admit that deep down I don’t think they WERE just dreams. That’s a little too painful to consider though. Continue reading →