Last night I had the most vivid dream about my mom. I can't remember the circumstances within the dream. I do remember that I was hugging her and I remember how smooth her cheek was. She always had such a beautiful peaches and cream complexion. She never got any wrinkles even though she was in her early seventies when she died. My mom passed away almost nine years ago, yet the dream was so exquisitely real. I could hear her voice so clearly and touch her skin. Wow, it was powerful.
The funny thing is, I think what triggered the dream happened a week or so ago. Ive been reading the Wanderings of Odysseus to the youngest two. There is a passage in the Odyssey where Odyesseus has to go down to Hades in order to be able to sail home and learn how to appease Poseiden, whom he has angered because he blinded the Cyclops. And when he goes down to Hades he sees his mother. He hadn't known that she had died while he was off fighting the Trojans for 10 years. He talks to her and and tries three times to take her in his arms but each time she fades away. The scene is so poignant that it brought tears to my eyes. I remember when I read the Odyssey 4 years ago with Hannah, that same scene touched me so deeply.
I feel like my whole day will be haunted by the melancholy and the sweetness that dream possessed.