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I walked into the room and there was Mom was sitting on the sofa. Maybe she was dozing. I sat down beside her and touching her arm brought her to a sort of groggy wakefulness.
She was dying. I knew it.
“Hi, Sweetheart,” she said, a smile lighting her face.
“Hey Mom, you feeling ok?” I asked.
“I’m fine…” she replied, drawing the last word out like she was savoring it.
I wake, upset over losing her again, though she’s been dead five years now. Yet, as bittersweet as it is, I still treasure seeing her in these subconscious visits.
(Note: My mom’s birthday is tomorrow and the anniversary of her death is next week. I’ve been thinking about her a lot this week.)