We Met Again💃

This is finally it…

I dreamt about her!
I saw her… felt her.
I live for those days.
This may actually qualify as one of my favorite days.
You should have seen me in the morning all excited.

I have not felt such a warm embrace like that. Meeting again, and all I felt was pure joy. It was so surreal. I remember the most part of the dream, but that moment… That alone is the sign I had waited for, the embrace and reassurance that she was still my person. That hug, my oh my, fueled me with the love for the next decade probably, and that smile lit something special in me.

My human nature, of course, took me back to a year ago, and all I remember is laughter and celebrating my long-awaited breakthrough and hers as well. We talked about everything. Funny thing her life seemed more interesting than mine at the time—imagine a seasoned retiree, who never stopped working, had eventful days compared to a young baddie pushing limits in the corporate world. That we have in common is pushing limits. I use ‘have’ because even today as she rests, she is still reminding me to push the limits with the joy that it will all pan out.

I have a lot to share on how grieving the greatest woman in my life has been. What a better way to start than remembering she lives on.

Before the dream interpreters flood the stage and Google tries to explain to me what just happened, I will smile and remember; I felt her, and it lit me up. We met again.

So, for today, I just want to encourage those going through a similar path to lean in. Lean in to those memories, those hopes for the future and what could never be. Feel it all until all that is felt is gratitude and love.

I miss you, mom.