Mom's birthday would have happened this week. Sometimes it feels so odd to know she is gone. Even though I know her suffering has ended. 

The other morning I woke up from a nightmare. Mom and I were in an airport trying to fly somewhere. But then she complained of a headache and passed out. I awoke after carrying her around the airport trying to find water and chocolate for her? Dream logic makes no sense to the awake mind. It bothers me that dream me could not recognize a medical emergency and act properly. Maybe by writing this out I'll be able to forgive dream me for being dumb and insensitive. 

In other news, I don't think I ever showed off the painting my sister did for me. Two alpacas in love. I absolutely adore it.