Sunday I had a dream about my mom. She was with another man that was not my dad. I couldn't quite figure out who he was, but I accepted it and asked my mom if she was happy. She told me she was and from the way she told me, I believe with all my heart that it was true. Then, she put her head on my chest and we held each other until I fell back into a deeper sleep.
I don't usually dream and if I do, I rarely remember them. And, lately, I have been listening to a self-hypnosis cd before bed and sleeping very deeply. But this dream was so vivid and comforting that I told my sisters about it at Easter dinner.
So, this morning when a co-worker was telling me about her strange dream, I told her mine. Then, I went back to my office and cried. It was a strange combination of missing her and having an answer to a question I have thought about since she passed away. I guess I got my answer.