Mom visits Mark in a dream.

He tells me she’s not just visiting, she’s flying.  Not alone.  With Mark and me.  Mom and I wear gowns; she in one like the gown she wore to my wedding; both of us in shimmery gowns, bedazzled glitters, sparkled beads with jewel-dripped slips, from head-to-toe.  The three of us fly over a calm ocean, barely brush the waves that spill up shimmery ripples, glints of ocean light, as many fish swim in sync, like smooth rope strands, flash endless in sight.

Dreaming of swimming fish symbolizes wealth and power.  A peaceful ocean represents an easy life.

Many times, Mom told me to smile and let troubles go.  I know she wished an easy life for me and my sisters.

I can write my own psalms of lament, prayers of suffering, cries of abandonment and loneliness.  Mother Mary calls me and says that Mom is always with us.  My prayer today is for thanks for Mom.  I miss the sequined rhinestone threads of her sparkly stance; the threads that connected her to me.