I dream every night. As I wake I’m aware of my dream, though the specifics aren’t always clear. This morning was like that. Since my mind is always active at night, I don’t give the elusive dreams any additional thought.
But today when I walked into the kitchen, past a picture of my mom, one specific moment of last night’s dream slammed back into me.
I lost my mom a couple years ago. Those of you who have experienced loss, know you never, ever stop missing your loved ones. My grief has progres...
Published on March 28, 2014 10:07