Dreams of My Mother

Last night, for the first time since her death, my Mom visited me in my dreams. She arrived at a family gathering with a special gift for me. It was an engraved ring commemorating special dates in my life, along with a card that I read in my dream and began weeping as I realized she wasn’t actually there. I awoke in tears, knowing it was simply my memory of her in physical form, speaking in my dream. My wife’s hand was on my shoulder and my daughter lay next to us.