Sunday, 21 March 2010 -- Day 91 (104)

All my thoughts yesterday about life worked b/c last night I dreamt that Mom came back to life. She was in the same hospital bed in which she breathed her last, and even after 104 days she began to breathe again and opened her eyes. I recall such a warm and wonderful feeling to think that the past 104 days had only been a bad dream. Then somehow a little boy entered the hospital room, and all my attention shifted from her to him. How could I do that? I had her back, and I got distracted. But for those few brief moments, she was w/ me again and life was good. Maybe instead of lying awake at night, I should be anxious to get to sleep so I can be w/ her.