She needed someone to take her to the drugstore and the bank. Brian said no problem. Then he asked me to do it. *lol*
So, I took her and asked if she liked my cooking (remember, I’m sending meals over to her). She told me she did, the meals are a big help to her. I recalled back when I was single and didn’t have a working oven, I’d only eat one meal a day, at lunch. When I worked it was easier to get something to eat. And it can be really hard to keep cooking for one, it gets boring.
Anyway, I told her I wished I’d been able to do the same for my mom, but I know my mom would have said thank you, later tell me how great the meal was, when in actuality, she’d throw it out. I know that’s what she’d do. I wish I could have saved her, but I know it wasn’t my choice. I told Brian’s mom that if I could help keep her eating, I’d do it. Don’t want another mother starving to death.
So, last night, mom came to me in a dream again. I think she came because of my conversation with Brian’s mom. She has put on a fair amount of weight, bordering on chubby. I put my arms around her and hugged her really tight and she was so warm! (The last years of her life, she was always cold.) And I started to cry in my dream, sobbing my heart out and and told her how very much I miss her.
I guess I do.
I’m glad she dropped by.