I canβt believe itβs been exactly 112 days since you passed away. I think I had dreamt about you 3 times now since you have been gone. I wish i had wrote down the days they happened.
But i remember briefly the first time I dreamt about you, I didnβt see your face but inside it felt like it was you. I followed you around, it felt like we were going in circles. It was endless. I donβt remember how i woke up.
The second time I dreamt about you, for some reason it was in a car. From afar it was a lady, but when I got closer I I saw your face. This was awhile ago though so I canβt fully remember all the details. But I remember screaming for you. Yelling Mom in Vietnamese over and over again. But I couldnβt get closer. I woke up in tears.
Third time. 11/25. I donβt know where we were. Or who else we were with. But I remember you. Your face. I remember us talking. About your illness. How we didnβt know how much longer you would have. I remember hugging you. Oh so tightly. I felt this warmth on my chest as I begin to cry. I remember waking up at around 1am with actual tears in my eyes and the warm feeling on my chest. It felt as if I really did hug you in my arms. I miss you mom.
