Dear night brain… I really do appreciate the vivid dream I had just now, of being back in the apartment with mom when I was a teenage boy and she overhears me thinking out loud about the guy I was crushing on in school and tells me it\u2019s okay and she understands how it is to be seventeen and falling in love because she\u2019d been there too. But these vivid dreams about mom are disturbing. Please stop. I miss her a lot. But she died almost two decades ago after the stent they put in her slipped.<\/p>\n
Sigh. It wasn\u2019t until just a couple months before she died she finally accepted it, and wished me the happiness I needed, if not the one she would have liked. I wish we could have talked more. She would have liked any one of the three I crushed madly on. I could have brought them all home to her in a better world. Mom…this is my boyfriend… They\u2019d have got along great. But that didn\u2019t happen. I couldn\u2019t tell her anything back then. She knew, but didn\u2019t want me to say it. I have her diaries. She agonized over it. Two months before she died she told me it was okay.<\/p>\n