I always see my mom in my dreams. In my dreams, though, I never remember she's passed. I wish I did. I wish I could hug her and tell her I miss her. I wish I could tell her that I think of her every day, and that she's constantly in my thoughts, that she's alive in my memory.
Funny how the human brain works, huh? My brain keeps looking for ways to bridge the gap death's left between us. Is that what people call coping mechanisms? I don't know. I don't know if my daily dreams and nightmares are helping me heal or not. Could my brain be putting me through exposure therapy? Could this be my brain's way of giving me closure?