I can’t believe its been almost a year since I lost my mom to cancer. What’s worse is when I go to sleep and I have dreams about her. Dreams are magical when you are still in it. Everything feels so real. My mom came to visit me in a dream. We were at the beach, on a balcony, just talking, catching up. It felt so real. She was asking me about my new motorcycle, and how things were going. I asked her how she was doing. In my mind, she was still alive. I even said how glad I was she was still alive and how I had a nightmare that she passed. She just smiled and played with my hair.
When she was alive, she lived with my aunt and uncle. They recently moved, so when I asked her (in my dream) how she liked her new place, in my mind I was talking about Woodbridge, not heaven. She told me she was happy, but she missed us. And I told her that great that she’s happy, and that I wanted to come by and visit her. She looked at me puzzled, and walked away.
I woke up. And my heart broke all over again.