Last night I had yet another dream that Mom is still alive, that she faked her death to save us the trauma of her treatment - or maybe just to get away from the stress of a family struggling with her inevitable death. As real time has passed, every time I have one of these dreams, the shock that it's taken her so long to return to us always increases.

In the first few moments after waking I always believe she is alive and wonder where she is. Until I realize it was just a dream.

Every once in a while, I see someone that makes me think of her...