Say It Isn’t So
Hello. Good morning and I am sending you all hugs. Friday night I went to bed earlier than usual. I was pooped from the night’s festivities. However, my brain apparently didn't get the memo. I had the most horrible dream. I dreamt my mother passed away. I woke up Saturday morning in a state of panic and tears running down my face. I didn't call her to tell her because I didn't want to alarm her. I was carrying that weight enough for the both of us. All day, I felt dread in the pit of my stomach. I tried to shake it off and just say it was a dream… but something wasn't right. And then my friend… the one who has weaved in and out of my life for over two decades now, the one I feel I have an invisible soul tie to, and the one that has popped in and out of my mind so strongly at times that I have resigned to understanding that there is a cosmic pull between us… stayed planted in my mind all day. At first, I was angry. I am doing everything I possibly ca...