257/365 The night Mom died (dream)

26910147_10160004279295089_8971467286156494346_oAlthough bedridden, Mom arose and went to a window, stood on her tiptoes and looked out, repeating this several times, more excited with each. I reached for her and held her tight. When a zing of electricity entered my body I let her go. She dissolved into sparkles that flew out the windows.

Pastor Keith told it better. No word-limit.

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