It was Just a Dream

I dreamt of my Mother last night.

In my dream I was in a room. This room reminded me of a 3-D Imax theatre with a movie happening around me. All of my Mother's brothers and sisters were taking their seat together. I felt like maybe gathering for a funeral but I couldn't be sure. But each one came in and took their seat. I stood close to the screen and just watched ~ and scanned the faces looking for my Mother..she wasn't there.

Just as I was about to give up hope I see her - the back of her at first as she walks by me to take her seat. She's wearing a fitted white dress, it's short with long sleeves. Simple but elegant. Mother's hair is cut short in a crop and it is white/blonde. She is 40 years younger - she looks like pictures I have seen of her in her younger years and I was a little girl. I wait for her to turn around so I can see her face just to know that she was my Mother, even though I know it's her.

Oh, Mama... I miss you so much.

She sits on the front row, on the end...closest to me. I want to touch her but it's a movie. I move closer to the screen so I am so close to her that I just know I could touch her. I need to touch her. I walk toward the screen and then into the scene. I kneel at her feet and throw my arms around her and cry. Just cry and hold on for dear life.

Then I wake.

And I cry.

Peace.