Dreams

If you've followed much of this blog,  you know I am a dreamer.  I don't spend hours trying to analyze them, and most of them don't worry me. Much.  And some of them make me feel better.

Last night's dream was one of those.  Now that I'm awake, the details escape me. But what was clear was a nice, long hug from my Aunt Margie. 

She was a fantastic lady, wise in so many ways.  And in my opinion,  she was a more "put together" woman than her sister, my mother.  I often turned to her for advice in my grown up years ... mostly because I found dealing with my own mother to be difficult.  

Aunt Margie's last piece of advise to me, to all of us, was "what you do for your mother honors your father."  That was difficult because I didn't understand it at the time.  My fault.  I wasn't involved with my parents on daily basis because I lived out of state. But as they aged and dad got sick, I was there often. And often overwhelmed!!  Just before Dad died, he made me promise to take care of her.

Now that mom lives near me in the Valley of the Sun, I find myself having to do things for her that ... well, I always thought she was more capable than she truly is.  Sometimes, its very overwhelming.  I pretend I'm going to work but stay home instead so that I can have a day to myself!  

But my dream made me feel better. I felt as if Aunt Margie was telling me I'm doing the right thing, and that it will all be ok.  It was a nice dream to have!  Thanks, Auntie!