Bad Dreams

 

Last night I had a dream that I had to speak at  my mom’s funeral. And she wasn’t an old person. She was the age she is now. And it was a scary thing. I don’t want to think about having to bury either one of my parents. I know it was just a dream but the sadness I felt was so real. I felt my heart just breaking inside as I spoke about how although my mom and I butt heads a lot, I love her more than anything in this world. There was a casket in front of me with her lying in it, looking peaceful and at rest. Not a worried look on her face. I saw my dad on the front row crying like I’ve never seen him cry before… And THAT broke my heart even more. I still get heart broken just thinking about it. No child wants to think about burying their parents and no parent should bury their child.

Now here is what is weird about dreams, I don’t have dreams that I remember the next day that often. Maybe once every few months. But when I do remember them, I remember every detail. Good or bad, I remember. Why? Because they feel so amazingly real! Every laughter, every hug, every heart break, every tear.

With my sad dream out of my system, when I go to bed tonight, I ‘m going to hug my mom and tell her “I love you”. I hope you do the same. And if you can’t hug your parents, just look up and say it… They will hear you!