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July 3, 2018

One week after Mom's death I had my first re-occurring dream. The dream came to me many, many times in the first three years after her death. The dream always started with a phone call from Mom. 

"Hello?" I say.

"Hi Honey!"

"Mom?"

"Yeah! Hey sweetie, how are you?"

I hesitat...

July 3, 2018

It was a cold Kansas morning, but Mom's voice was warm and comforting as she pulled back the covers on my bed and tucked herself in beside me.

"Good morning,  Jenny girl. It's butterfly day," she whispered in my ear.

I rolled over to face Mom and pressed my nose against...

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