I keep dreaming of her.
Every morning I wake up extra early clinging to my dream even though I know it’s not real.
Last night she took me on a hang gliding ride through a downtown core similar to Stratford. I was completely safe because she and my dad were both with me.
We got off and went to eat. Mom went off on her own to the back of the restaurant. My dad wandered off up front. I followed my mom because I didn’t want to lose sight of her. She smiled as she sat at a large table. In my dream I knew that she couldn’t travel far and that she didn’t have long. For some reason my dad sat at the front by himself and I tried calling to him to come back and sit with me and Mom but he either couldn’t hear me or didn’t want to.
I woke up and thought about that dream. I wondered what it meant. I just remember how at peace my mom was and how she was looking around her at everyone there. And I remember how sad and lonely my dad looked sitting alone.
I wish I knew how to help my dad not feel so alone.