Do you ever have dreams that seem so real that when you wake up there's a moment or two where you're not quite sure if what just happened during sleep is actually reality?
I do. Something terrible happens to my kids, or my husband, and I wake up panicked. A flood of relief follows when it turns out to be all a dream.
My mom died on Thursday, January 29.
My sister called me around four in the afternoon with the terrible news. A car accident. Immediate death.
Since that call, my life, the lives of my siblings and my family have been turned completely upside down. No time to breathe, we ran a metaphorical marathon last week toward her funeral. So many details and so much work. And the work doesn't stop now. There is a long, long painful road ahead of us.
I just keep waiting to wake up.