Two days ago we were gleefully hunting for and finding doggie ornaments together in our favorite Ross store nearby, and today I awoke in tears, searching my cell phone for you, your name.
A contact with the first letters of CA came up, not uncommon, and in my dream and I called it explaining I was looking for my sister whom I had not seen.
A woman's voice came from behind what looked like a library check out counter, a large window or glass door behind it, and after thinking, recalling she said, "Oh, I remember her, your sister with your mother."
And I gulped: But my my mother is dead.
Necause she, you, too ...