Today marks the first anniversary of my mother's death.  I have dreaded this day.  Not near as much as the day I buried her, but I have dreaded it.  To get through it, I decided to write her a letter.  Dear Mom....

I keep dreaming about my mom.  It is so strange.  I am not in a fog or depression, but I do keep dreaming about her and that does make my mornings a little tougher.  I have to process the dream and cry a little.

It's Thanksgiving...do you find yourself in the "firsts" club like me?  

I had a dream last night and when I woke I could not remember ANY OF IT!  Has this ever happened to you?  It is so annoying!  Especially if you are like me and remember your dreams.  As I laid there trying desperately to go back to sleep, thoughts of my mom washed over me. 

Do you ever find yourself stumbling in the darkness?  I don't mean in the "literal sense", I mean in the "figurative sense".  I know I do and I do quite often.  Usually I can find my way out of the darkness, but there have been two times in my life where finding my way out was like digging through concrete.