Last night I dreamed my mother called me from ‘heaven’ or wherever it is you go when you die.
She said, “Get up! You’re going to be late!”
I realized the call was something special and I started crying.
I said, “Is it really you? Can we do this again” I miss you! Did you get to see Uncle Bill?”
(My uncle just died a few weeks ago.)
She said yes she saw her brother and no we can’t do this again.
Then I woke up.
And there were real tears running down my cheeks.
I wondered what it was I was going to be late for and looked at the clock…......it read 8:11…..........
my mother’s birthday.
*Sometimes I wonder if I should share these things. I imagine you think I’m weird enough without these little insights into my psyche…… LOL