one more hug

A few nights ago I was dreaming that I was in strange apartment at some kind of family get-together. There were small round tables set up and I was scanning the people at the tables, looking for my mom. I walked over and peered around a half wall and saw her. She appeared how I remember her at the end of her life when she was very ill and I didn’t want to see her that way so I went back and sat down at another table. When I looked up she was sitting across from me, healthy and young, younger than I have conscious memory of her. She tried to say something but I couldn’t understand her so we got up and moved toward each other and we embraced.

I was going to tell her that I wanted her to give me a sign or come to me in my dreams so that I would know that she was okay. But as I wrapped my arms around her and  felt the softness of her short curly hair against my left cheek, I suddenly understood what seemed to be happening so instead I simply said, “I just wanted to tell you that you were a great mom.” I woke up with my lips moving and I heard my own whispered voice speaking out loud, “…a great mom.”

8 thoughts on “one more hug

  1. Oh Lilli, What a fabulous dream… I sincerely think that your mom was with you—telling you that she IS okay. AND–you’ll see her again; I’m sure of it…

    Hugs,
    Betsy

  2. I was 17 when my mother passed away after a year long illness. It was a couple of years before I could visualize how she looked prior to her illness. One of the things that helped was looking at photos of her taken when she was well – soon those images became the dominant ones. Minds are funny things aren’t they?

    Thanks for visiting my blog earlier!

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