My mother passed away on December 10, 2009. I needed a way to help myself work through the grieving process. I knew that just writing an occasional entry in a paper journal wouldn't help me deal w/ the myriad of emotions. I've pledged to write in this blog every day for a year to chronicle what I hope will lead from the pain of mourning to the glory of remembrance.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Monday, 06 December 2010
Very, very strange dream last night. I was in a room w/ a body bag, and when the bag was unzipped my sister, Lori, was inside. She was very pale, and I asked if she was dead. A voice said, "No, she's just sleeping." So I touched her hand and rubbed her cheek, and her eyes opened. I wasn't scared. I was ecstatic to have found my sister. This may sound like a horribly bizarre dream, but I see it as a good omen. Lori and I have been estranged for nearly eight months, but last Thursday we re-connected over the phone. My girls and I are going to visit her and her family in Minneapolis in a couple of weeks. I've missed them very, very much. I imagine her girls have grown as much as mine have.......probably more since they're five and eight and changes are much more obvious. I regret the time that we've lost but am overjoyed that we're not going to waste any more. I think I've just about reached the point of accepting that "Mom-the-Gluestick" isn't here to keep our family together. If I want to have relationships w/ my siblings, I'm going to have put forth the effort to do just that.
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