Had a dream about my mama last night, keep getting little flashbacks of memories with her. It's been five months since you passed, and I'm finally realizing all the good things you put in my life, despite the bad. I wonder if you're somewhere in these heavy winds singing the weird little "Ming songs" you made up for me. I love you mama, I like to think you're still with me in the things you taught me and in that blue sky we live beneath. Call me a dweller, but I am thinking about you today. And for once, it's in gratitude and nothing but love. When you were put to rest, so were my grudges. You weren't the best mom, but you were one hell of a friend.