I'll see you in my dreams
When all our summers have come to an end
I'll see you in my dreams
We'll meet and live and laugh again
I'll see you in my dreams
Yeah, up around the river bend
For death is not the end
I'll see you in my dreams.
Forty-one months ago today, Mom died. She is indeed still very dear, still missed, and still loved.
In a life of changes, small, seismic, and everything in between, that shall never change. Not for me. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.
I'll see you in my dreams, Mom.
-AK
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