The Hiding Place

From The Hiding Place:

Father sat down on the edge of the narrow bed.
"Corie," he began gently, "when you and I go to Amsterdam--when do I give you your ticket?"
I sniffed a few times, considering this.
"Why, just before we get on the train."
"Exactly.  And our wise Father in heaven knows when we're going to need things, too.  Don't run out ahead of Him, Corrie.  When the time comes that some of us will have to die, you will look into your heart and find the strength you need--just in time."

Dreaming She's Alive

Last night...or rather, this morning...early...I dreamed I was sitting in an office at a funeral home.  Behind me were two couches.  My grandmother Pelham (mom's mom) was on the couch to the left, my mother was on the couch to the right.  They were both dead but looked like they were just passed out/sleeping.  My mom didn't have any hair.  I was discussing details with the funeral director and seemed to be without my family...but there were a few others there.  The director was asking me questions about my mom and suddenly, she began to answer them.  We were stunned.  Now, when my mom was alive, I remember thinking she was asleep and answering questions and she would suddenly pipe in.  It was like that...she was piping in.  Then, she sat up, turned around smiled and yawned.  The director and i were freaking.

She was weak but could move around.  The setting went from a visitation for her....because people were coming in to see her...but moved into a salon because my aunt Kam was in another room doing people's hair!  I remember Charles Morgan and Connie being there (old co-workers of my mom's).  My mom was laughing, joking, teasing....and her hair was back.  I just kept looking at her in awe.  I knew this was temporary and wanted it to last so badly.  I touched her.  I hugged her.  I just kept staring at her.

And then I woke up.