I had dream about my mother last night. She was alive and I was so excited. I was showing her her obituary, showing her all the little touches that I added that I thought she would have liked. I was so happy that I could change/take off the ends dates.
I think that working in a building where the cafeteria overlooks her cemetary (and I have to pass it going to and from work) is getting to me more than I thought it would.
Man, today is going to be a long day. Sigh