
Whenever I see this picture, it feels like my mother left Heaven for a moment to come and snuggle with her little granddaughter, just like she would have done if she were still here. It is a treasure to me, and even though my mother can never hold Clara on this earth, it is a reminder that she loved me in just the way I love Clara.
Last night I dreamed of mother. She came to visit me and I took her to a friend's house where we had been invited for a meal. She was tired though and didn't feel like socializing much. I was wearing her leather jacket, the one Daddy gave me this Christmas. I don't remember much else. The feelings though, of being close to her again, of spending time together with her, are still fresh in my mind. I have had many dreams of her. Each time I wake up from the dream, so thankful to have been "with her." For it really feels like we were together and that she was alive again. Sometimes dreams are more than they seem.
Marla
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