Today was Mother's Day. I had wanted desperately to ignore this fact, but TV and email ads refused to let me forget.
Indeed, my subconscious was in on this conspiracy too.
Rarely do I ever take naps. However, perhaps because I've been over-extending myself lately, I woke up absolutely exhausted this morning and decided to go back to bed after breakfast.
I woke up sobbing from a bad dream. I was on a bus with my family and we were all watching YouTube videos of Mom's life. (Before I had gone to sleep, I watched a music video with Lucy called "I'm an Adult Now".) I began to cry and cry, and I said, "No, no! Mom can't be dead! Who's going to go with me to Tim Hortons now?" Bruce started yelling at me, saying things like I shouldn't embarrass them again.
That's when I woke up. After I stopped crying and calmed down, I texted Bruce and asked him how he was doing. He told me that he and the kids had gone to the cemetery to visit Mom's ashes and to see the plaque that said: "She was never bored ...." We had a nice chat, and although I knew that Bruce and the kids missed Mom too, it was comforting to know that I wasn't alone in my sadness.
We all love and miss you, Mom ....