A Sizzling Sunday

It reached the 90's I'm told, today. When I left for church it was cool and as the day wore on it got warmer. I stayed in today so I only noticed the temperature on my computer. E. came for a visit. I had a nap after she left and had the strangest dream about Mom. I dreamt that I went to visit her where she was staying, but that she couldn't/wouldn't come back home with me. Danny was there as a little boy. She was staying with some people I didn't know. The nap was refreshing because I was up half of the night, so I needed the rest. The dream was sad, but I'm sure it had some therapeutic aspect to it. When I came home from church today I didn't want to watch the usual Sunday morning programs. I didn't even want to listen to the music station. I sat here and thought. What can I or should I do today? Usually on a day like this or in a mood like this my first thought would have been to call Mom to see how she was doing. I couldn't do that today. I was at a lose and felt an emptiness that I'm sure I'll feel again. It's strange, isn't it? Loved ones deaths effect us in different ways as we go through the grieving cycle. I miss a "healthy" Mom who was fun to be with and to do things with. She was my encyclopedia when it came to the crafts we shared an interest in, like painting and knitting and sewing. I do miss her sense of humor and her "take" on the behavior of certain ill behaved family members, my self included. She had a way with words!
Incidently, we mentioned in her obit about the languages she studied. When we were going through boxes in the garage we found a tape giving lessons in Arabic. Can you believe that? She even tried to get a feel for that. She also tried "Irish" which is not easy as I tried it with her. She had many interests and was a very interesting person to talk with. I feel the void.