It's been 11 months. I have dreamt of you so many times. Some of them are sad, angry, hurt, some ecstatic. I dreamt I ate rotten fruit while you gave birth to a baby. That one was very vivid and strange. But so far my favorite and most confusing dream was that I came to your nursing home and you could barely walk but we went to a day spa. As walked along your posture improved and your steps became more sure. We walked up a huge flight of steps on the side of a hill and went into the spa. We sat in mud and had massages and had fun but we got seperated and I got upset. Then I found you. As we left, you got angry with me because you wanted to give my purse away to my cousin and I didn't want to part with it. We fought about it. I yelled at you and said, "It's mine, why do you think you get to give it away?" Then we stood at the top of the enormous hill and I fell down it. I rolled and screamed. You leapt after me but you didn't scream, you laughed. You shrieked laughter until I started laughing and we rolled and rolled down this huge hill and fell to the bottom, broken but laughing.