‘It’s the Reading and Writing room” mom told me. “They have found a way to teach the Alzheimer people how to read and write again”.
This was my first clue that I must be dreaming. Dad's been gone a long time
Then we went shopping. I bought some shirts, and two pairs of pants. We went to the grocery store.
We got home, and mom helped me put up groceries and clean our apartment.
Then it was time to go to work. Mom was going to drive me so that she could use the car while I was at work. It was then I started to sense this was all just a dream. Mom has been gone a long time too.
This is how my dreams of mom and dad often go. First I realize dad's not really there, then further in, I remember mom isn't either.
I wanted to ask her how it was she could help me so much when she wasn’t even really there. She died 30 years ago. But you hate to ask a question like that in a dream, for fear of scaring the dream away. I didn't want to scare this dream away. I wanted to stretch it out as long as I could. So instead, as we stood there outside my car, I said
“Mom, can I ask you a question?”
She had on a lavender top, with a white tennis skirt and these great, shiny patent leather yellow Go-Go boots.
She looked so great, so I said “Let me take your picture first” and she struck a pose next to my car.
I pulled out my phone, clicked on the camera, and raised it to my eye.
And there she was... gone.