awoke heart pounding, uneasy, eyes blinking. dreamed of her again, knew it was my mother but could not clearly make out her face.
In the half dark room, I sat up in bed and then awake could still not recall her face or features.
Detached and distressed, slow tears came to my eyes, though it had been 53 years since she passed away, how could I lose her image thus?
Standing from my bed, I flipped on the bedroom light. There on the wall was an old black and white photo with that reassuring still familiar sweet face of my mother, my father and two little boys, being my brother and me.
I smiled and returned to normal breathing. "Aw, there you are mom".
Mom died at only 54 years of age, I still miss her and dad too. I have grown old myself and perhaps my memories are diminishing, as are my remaining days. Thankfully we have photographs to remind us of our lost loved ones and what we imagine were better days.