I had a dream last night and my mother was in it.
I haven’t seen or spoken to her in three months so it was nice seeing her in my sleep. I know its not her her, but what I remember of her. I do miss her a lot, I always will. I don’t remember what the dream was about but I do remember she was talking to me once again, and it felt great.
Of course waking up to the reality of it all and knowing that its not actually true kind of stings a little. I know its a very far fetch dream but my mind has a very wild imagination.
But through it all I have been handing it all pretty well. I have my days but so does everyone else right?