Time seems to be moving so quickly.  Almost as though it's getting away from me.  Moving faster and faster as the days go by.  I feel as though I'm watching out a window at the world going by, yet in many ways I'm doing just what I want to do.  What I need to do.

I had a dream last night that was vivid and real at the time but has since faded.  Mom was in it.  She was alive and with me.  So near.  I heard her call my name out loud ... "Kathi!"  ... and her voice was so clear.... I heard her... It was so... her.... and I heard her say my name... it was her... she was right there... here... close to me... and I woke up because it was so loud and vivid...

Was it her?

It sure seemed like it because her voice was something I could not have imagined by myself.  So recognizably my mom.... The sound and presence is still lingering.