Dream Roll: Mom Gives Me an Update on Dad

I dream about my Mom very rarely--and it's as if she is there talking to me. That just happened last night. This is probably only about the third time since she died, in 1981. [One other very memorable time was before H. and I got engaged.]

For some reason, Mattel's National Barbie Convention [?] was starting out at our old house in Dumont. How extremely unlikely. But anyway, thousands of people were coming. Then I was in the supermarket, in the candy aisle, looking at Hershey bars. Mom liked chocolate for her treat. [She had it much less frequently than I do, in today's dark-chocolate-is-good-for-us era.]

I looked up from the Hershey's wrapper and there she was, in her polyester dress from the 1970s--the one that was navy blue on top and white with a grid of navy blue lines on the bottom. She hugged me gently, from where she stood, on my right side.

How are you? Are you alright? she asked.
I'm okay. How's Daddy doing?
He's alright. He's having a hard time. I can't pinpoint it now, but she used some body language that said you know, it's been hard for him. 

Oh, I thought, immediately, unrest--he's not at peace yet.

That's all there was to the dream, or at least all I could remember when I woke. But it tells me so much:

1. My parents are together.
2. Mom's love for me is still real.
3. My Dad didn't want to leave and is worried about me/us. [This is a strong feeling I've had, something I've been mourning, that he did not want to die--he said as much in different ways.]
4. He is not alone--Mom will help him through it.
5. That maybe I do believe in us all seeing each other when we die. I've grappled with this for years. It doesn't seem possible to a logical mind. But maybe I am thinking this so that I can reconcile that Dad may be taken care of and loved in the Great Beyond.
6. Maybe I have an angel to my right. I should remember that.

Thanks for listening.

P.S. How are you? Are you alright? are the exact words Sis used on the phone when she called last night.