The Christmas season is
approaching, and I have been thinking about Mom a lot. I strain to remember things she said to me
and to remember the sound of her voice. I went to
bed and cried thinking of her.
I had a dream. It started out just like an ordinary dream,
and then I heard her voice. In my dream,
I called Paul on his cell phone and for some reason, I heard Mom talking. I can’t remember what she said. I remember diverting from what I was going to
do in my dream and began to cry real hard.
This woke me up, but by then it all seemed so real, and I sobbed
uncontrollably. I heard Paul’s footsteps
as he came upstairs, and I asked him if he would lay down with me for a few
minutes. I then told him about my dream.
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