I can't believe how many days have gone by since I posted. Grief is like that with me--I really retreat into a metaphorical cave. It's hard to begin to look forward, to work on my syllabus for a class which is new to me, to start back on the book, to go rather numbly through my list of tasks. Grief is like that.
I have not yet dreamed of my mother, but my daughter did, saying that my mother came to her in a dream and said in amazement that both of my daughters are beautiful, and she handed my eldest a box of thread spools, to help her with her work in fashion design!
Losing a parent is truly one of the hardest things I have ever gone through. I loved my mother very much, for all her difficult life, and it is sad for me to not be able to plan her next gift--it was so much fun for me to find something just right for her.
BTW, y'all--my mother left no will (at least none that can be found). Don't do this to your heirs--it is as chaotic as anything you can imagine.
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