I talked to my mom last night.
That wouldn't be worth noting except that she's been dead nearly five years.
I guess I was dreaming. She called me on the phone, gently chiding me that I hadn't called her recently. We talked about the kids, and my job. I told her I was going to get a puppy for Christmas, a new Newfy puppy (?) She sounded just like she always had.
Even in my sleep I had that lump-in-the-throat feeling.
It's a good thing I have on waterproof mascara, and this is the reason one shouldn't blog while at work.
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