This last Saturday night, I had a few dreams; one of them only stands out in my mind, and it was too short.
Mom was over at my house. (In the dream, she was still alive.) She was making a salad-type recipe that used canned corn and tomatoes. Mom was showing me how to make the recipe.
She needed to go somewhere to get something, and I remember her knocking on the front door of my house. I ran to the door and opened it. She came back into the house. We were talking… Everything was so normal.
I miss her so much.