I had another dream about my mom. She was dying again but I couldn't get to her on time. I woke up in a cold sweat. This is it. I am going to call someone -- I need to deal with my grief. I need someone to help me wade through this. It's brutal. I guess that's what's been on my mind... I just don't want to think about it but my mind asleep won't stop thinking about it.
I see you mom. Do you see me?