Running Late

I had the best dream the other night. I don't remember all of it but I remember the most important parts. Our whole family was sitting, just sitting, talking, being our chill normal selves. I think we were somewhere like San Diego (it wouldn't be surprising). My whole family, including my mom. And in my dream I know my mom isn't with us anymore and at the same time I was not surprised to see here there. For most of the dream I was sitting right next to her, holding on to her arm. Toward the end of the dream she said to me, "Why are you hanging on to me?" And I replied, "Because I know you have to go soon." Indeed, just a moment later it seemed, I woke up. I woke up and I could feel  the sensation of holding on to my mom's arm, resting against her. And when I woke up, I didn't feel sad, empty, angry or lost. I felt happy. Plain and simple happy. Grateful. That practically-tangible sensation stayed with me the whole day along with a sense of peace.

Yesterday, two different little boys from two totally different events shared their treats with me, unprompted and pretty much unwarranted. The first, Luis, is in our scholarship program and I had never even met him until yesterday. We were having a little party and I sat next to him during the activities, joking with him and high-fiving him after he answered a trivia question right. When he won a pack of three lollipops, he sat down and immediately handed me one without a word. The second boy, Anthony, is one of my favorite children in all of Honduras. I see his mom for the mother's support/faith group I help with every week and he always runs to me and squeezes me when he sees me. I saw him while waiting in line for the sacrament of Reconciliation with the friars and he and his mom and sister walked in. I said hi to them and after we finished talking I turned back but felt a little hand on my knee: Anthony had pulled a small cookie from his backpack and as I faced him he placed