It never ends, does it?

I had a dream last night which has stuck with me all day. It was a horrific way to wake up.

I dreamed my mother was still alive and healthy. We were all working on her house, and at some point she and dad brought me to the airport. Mom would be following on a later flight–terrible travel planning on her part, which was pretty normal. Dad would be staying behind. We said goodbye as I got onto a shuttle, and I thought “That’s the last time I’ll ever see them together.”

Then I woke up.

For a moment, I didn’t know where I was or why I’d just said goodbye to my parents. Then I remembered. It was like going through it all, all over again.

It’s going to be a very bad Christmas.

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