Introspection. Discovery. My I.D.

That very awkward moment when you pee into the toilet, and your cat stares you in the eyes. 

Bittersweet meeting

A few minutes a go (9:47am), I woke from a very life-like dream. It was a bittersweet one and I felt I should document this. It’s been four months since my mom passed away, and I can definitely say she’s visited me in some way and some how. Today, it was through a dream. I remember her face being fairly smooth as always, the sweet scent of her perfume, and of course her iconic pink robe with her hair tied in a pony tail. I can’t remember the whole dream, but what I remember the most was that we were having a conversation. I remember that she was crying, saying sorry she couldn’t stay longer and wished that she was still here. Then, as this happened, I cried too, and ended up hugging each other. That moment felt so real. Then, right before I wake up, she said “Never forget me.” 

Call me crazy, but I cannot get over the fact that this dream felt so real. Wait, I take back the word dream, I think more preferable word for this would be a “meeting” Thank you mom, I love you.