Dreamscape

I had a dream last night.

A most precious dream.

I dreamt I held my mother in my arms. I could feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her auburn hair as it brushed my cheek. I could smell the faint scent of Chanel No. 5.

I held her in my arms as she cried.  I was now the mother offering her comfort

I told her not to cry that she did the best that she could.

I tried to slip back into sleep after waking to be able to hold onto her just for one second longer.

My mother was tragically killed thirteen years ago changing forever the course of my life.

She was my mother, my best friend,  my everything.

It was to her I turned when I fell off my bike and scraped my knee. When my marriage fell apart she was the one who stayed up talking with me until late in the night. She was the first person I called when I found out I had an incurable illness.

She took control being the front line to answer the  many calls of I am so sorry to hear that.  She woke up in the middle of the night to feed her grandson when I was fighting to regain my vision.

Ironically, when I lost her, I found my own strength.

She lived her life making the best of every situation and circumstance that life dealt her.

Can you say the same thing about your life?

Are you living each day the best you can?

Do you hug your children and tell them you love them?  Do your actions show them how special they are?

Do you smile with gratitude with each new sunrise or do you only think of everything  that is wrong?

When I lost my mother, I lost the part of me that thought tomorrow was a surety.

Don’t wait until you only have the dream realm to hold on to what really matters.

I will love each day.

I will hug my mother again in the forever.

Cindy Lee Lothian

January 27, 2013