Good Morning, World-Wide Cyber Freaks.

Today I woke up sobbing. I'd dreamt that both my mother, and my father had died at the same time. One of the worst things about this dream is that I'm just a little kid, and honestly, I don't think I'd have the strength to get over that too quickly.

When my mom and dad died, I was left with my brothers, and my grandfather, who can be a jerk.
Apparently, in the dream, my mom had adopted some girl, who was 13-ish, and the police wanted to talk to her. I let them in, and while she was talking to them, I walked to my mother's room, and was looking for something I could keep to remind me of her. Something like a necklace or a charm or anything small, because I knew I would have to leave and go someplace else. 

I found nothing, and began to sob loudly, alarming the cop in the other room, who then, rushed over and began to interrogate me. 

Then, I guess a few days later, I was on the computer looking up stuff, and I turned to my left, and my mom was sitting there, smiling. And I just couldn't take it. I started weeping, and I clutch her shirt, and I watched as she mouthed the words, "I love you," but I couldn't hear her, and it just destroyed me. 

That's where I woke up because of my sobbing, and I sobbed until it woke my mom up, and she came and crawled into bed with me, and held me tight. 

Thanks you, mom. Even if you did have morning breath. 

What I learned from this experience, is that, no matter what you do, you can't stop anyone from passing away. Tomorrow, or even the next few seconds, aren't guaranteed, and we should use the time that we have to love those around us. 

Ha! I just realized it's Thanksgiving break in the U.S. Hopefully, you'll be extra grateful this year for someone who has been a constant in your life. 

Happy Almost-Turkey Day (: