I embraced my mom for one last time

I was sleeping in my dream. I saw myself sleep, and I lured myself in to a light. First there was darkness, only darkness and pure silence. I see nothing but pure darkness. And then there was a light. But then I realized that it was no ordinary occurrence, like that when you dream of abstract images, unnecessary situations...no. It was not just an ordinary dream. I realized that I died in my sleep. I woke up in the sea, or a lake, a river...I cannot really comprehend. But it was a body of water that I was into. I was wearing silk. A white silk. It hugged every curve in my body. The water has already reached my waist, and that I was already wet from head to toe. I was still in that body of water, trying to look around, finding signs of nobody. I do not know where I was, but I could see trees, trees everywhere. The sky was orange, like that of a sunset. The light touched my skin but it did not burn. I feel no heat, but I knew it has to be warm. There were flowers. They are blooming. I walked near the bank to get myself out of the little river where I was stuck. "Mizpah!" I heard someone call me. "Mizpah!" The voice kept getting louder. "Mizpah! Over here!" I turned around and saw my mom. She was dressed in white silk too, just like mine. She wore a bright happy face. She was very happy to see me. "Mama!" I shouted. I ran towards her. I couldn't believe that I saw my mom. I missed her so much. We hugged each other. We both cried. We missed each other very much. "Mama I miss you so much. I love you," I told mom while I was holding on to her real tight.

She was just crying the whole time. My mom has been dead for 7 years now. I realized that I was dead also, but she said, "No, you're not." I woke up from my sleep. I woke up crying.

I remember all of a sudden that she seldom hears me say that I love her. But she knows that I do. I really do. I appreciate her and everything she did for us. Still, I thank God for giving me life. And also, thank you for giving me a chance to tell my mom how much I love and miss her.

If you're reading this, and if you realize how blessed you are having your mom around you, and not just in your dreams, do me a favor; embrace her and tell her how much you love her.

Sometimes there are things that we take for granted, but later on in life we realize that these small things count the most.

Moms are the best.