I dreamed I was talking to my mom but in my dream she was about my age. I had discovered something about her I didn't know before and it changed my perception of who she was. I was asking her questions. She was so beautiful, and young, and coherent. Just being my mom. Having a normal conversation, mother and daughter.
I started crying before I was even fully awake, immediately realizing I'll never have my mom back in this way again.
I miss my mom. The way only a mother can hug you when you cry.
I wish it were possible to fix everything. I wish I could have fixed the world for her. It feels too late now.
9:28 a.m. - 2021-11-01