Mostly True Memoirs
A Bittersweet Dream About My Mother
I had a bittersweet dream about my mother.
I can clearly recall the cadence of our conversation.
I can clearly recall the rise and fall of our voices.
I can clearly recall the light in her eyes when she laughed.
It was a beautiful day.
The sun was shining.
That was a significant element of the dream.
“It’s a beautiful day, the sun is shining,” Mom would often say.
Our family was chock full of Drama Queens.
An angry outburst was always imminent.
Mom would say that line to try to diffuse the tension.
However, she said it so often that it became a joke.
One of the Drama Queens would always try to beat her to the punch line.
Always with a sarcastic, snarky tone of voice.
Immediately, the angry outburst that my mother was trying to stave off would detonate.
But I digress.
In my dream, it was a beautiful day, and the sun was shining.
We were having such a lovely conversation.
Suddenly Mom looked at me sadly and POOF, she was gone.
I woke up abruptly.
I’m sad that it was just a dream.
But I’m happy that I got to have that bittersweet memory.
I loved my mother’s laugh.