ostarella: (Thoughts)
The kind where you know it's a dream, but you wake up thinking that part of it was real. I had a long dream about my mom last night. Very strange, in that she started out appearing to be in her 50s, then went to her 20s, and ended up only slightly younger than when she died (ie, more mobile and alert). And when she first showed up, my thought in the dream was, "Wait - isn't she dead? I'm sure she died!" By the end of the dream - well, let's just say I woke up, thinking everything was okay now because she hadn't died after all. Then I remembered her funeral and that was that.

But, for a few seconds, I had that feeling that everything was okay again...
ostarella: (Thoughts)
The kind where you know it's a dream, but you wake up thinking that part of it was real. I had a long dream about my mom last night. Very strange, in that she started out appearing to be in her 50s, then went to her 20s, and ended up only slightly younger than when she died (ie, more mobile and alert). And when she first showed up, my thought in the dream was, "Wait - isn't she dead? I'm sure she died!" By the end of the dream - well, let's just say I woke up, thinking everything was okay now because she hadn't died after all. Then I remembered her funeral and that was that.

But, for a few seconds, I had that feeling that everything was okay again...
ostarella: (Tired)

ostarella: (Tired)

ostarella: (Sad)
Five years ago today my mother passed away. After several years of progressively worsening dementia, she had a massive stroke during the night and passed away the next afternoon. I still can't decide if I was more saddened or relieved when it was finally over. I'd lost my mother a long time before this sweet old lady died, so it was almost like losing a very nice neighbor than a relative. At the same time, there was no chance now, however fanciful and foolish, that my mother would ever come back...

We had our ups and downs, and I think more downs than ups, but she loved me and I loved her, all the same. And I miss her. Very very much.



ostarella: (Sad)
Five years ago today my mother passed away. After several years of progressively worsening dementia, she had a massive stroke during the night and passed away the next afternoon. I still can't decide if I was more saddened or relieved when it was finally over. I'd lost my mother a long time before this sweet old lady died, so it was almost like losing a very nice neighbor than a relative. At the same time, there was no chance now, however fanciful and foolish, that my mother would ever come back...

We had our ups and downs, and I think more downs than ups, but she loved me and I loved her, all the same. And I miss her. Very very much.



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