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.