I had a dream last night that my sisters and I woke our Mom up from her death. I don't remember exactly HOW we did that, because she was cremated and well that would take an awful long time putting her back together again. What I do remember, however, is that she wasn't quite finished healing, as if when you get to heaven there is a process that takes a duration of time in order for your new body to come to fruition, instead of the INSTANT renewal I'm sure we all imagine. She was groggy, and quiet, a bit ticked off like we all are first thing in the morning when we have to go to work and the only place we want to be is snuggled under the warm covers again. We tried to converse with her and make up for lost time but she was having no part of it. In fact it reminded me of how she was just days before she died, delirious from her pain meds and in and out of consciousness. In the dream it made us uncomfortable to be so selfish to keep her from healing properly for our own selfish wants to have our Mom back again, so we did what we had done when she was alive and in so much pain, we told her to go home to heaven, that it was ok and that we loved her. And just like that, she was gone.
Sometimes at night I hear her calling my name like she used to do to wake me up for school.
Scares the hell out of me sometimes but I like it.
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