And in the dream, she wasn’t as weak as she was when she really died but the tough woman I have always known. Also, I had to make all of the last rites arrangements; for some reason my dad wasn’t around.
It freaked me out. The anniversary of my mom’s death is now less than two months away, so it might be related, or it might be just my brain coughing things up.
Either way, I feel the need to tell you guys about it.