A Dream

I don't usually remember my dreams, but fragments of one dream have stuck with me. My mom was visiting. I don't remember exactly what we were doing. Maybe we were touring my workplace, or maybe she was visiting with my children. Everything was wonderful, until I remembered that my mother is dead. And so I asked her if she was dead, and she said that she was but for some reason it didn't seem to matter right then, because she was there, and it was okay. Then I woke up, in a world that is full of many things but no longer holds my mother. I miss my mom.