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Not Sure What to Make of It

So I just got back to my desk from lunch and it dawn on me that I hadn’t spoken to my mother.


As I reached for the phone I suddently remembered why I hadn’t spoken to my mother.  That’s not all…for the past couple of weeks, my mom has been appearing in quite a few of my dreams.  I can’t really remember them, other than the fact I know she was there.  I can’t really think of one in which I spoke to her directly, but I know she was there and have faint recollections of hearing her voice/


I can’t help but wonder what all this means.  Do I miss her?  Well of course I do, but I don’t think any more now than I did when she died earlier this year.


Anyway, just putting it out there…

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