She was with me in my home last night, in my dream. She looked the same as she did in life this time, and it was her birthday. We were expecting to hear a phone call from her one remaining brother, my uncle, and then the phone rang. I ran from the living room to my studio and talked to him, as I watched my mother walk out the back studio door into the trees and she was gone.

But I love this dream - for starters, it was my real house, not a dream like house in symbols, it looked exactly like my house. And I truly believe she came to me like that to tell me she was walking right with me, knowing I have deep moments of sadness even though I am fine.