So today I dreamed of my mom, for the first time since she died. Mom died May 5, 1987. Today was her birthday. I'd like to think maybe it means something. I don't know though. It touched me though. In the dream she was alive, and I was refusing to leave her side. She was wearing a nice, pink sweater and had her hair coifed. It was nice to see her looking like herself & happy.
I woke up missing her like crazy. A few of my favorite photos of Mom.
Also, a note on the teacup photo. Mom was crazy on the teacups. She loved to make those spin like crazy. I remember puking at least once on that ride with her. She was a hoot. Mom was a lot of fun, let it be said. I remember many afternoons watching Godzilla films and Star Trek with her, and my love of those things (and occasionally having ice cream for breakfast) come from her.
|Mom, Uncle Mike and Chuck. It's hard to believe how young Mom was once.|
|Ella, Mom, and Beverly. They were always laughing like this, or singing.|
|Mom, at my sister Mary's house, for Thanksgiving I believe.|
|Mom is in the yellow teacup here grinning, I'm opposite, holding on for dear life.|
|Mom and Dad, their wedding.|