Earlier this week, I had to get a little surgery on my hand.
Although it wasn't a big deal, I was nervous.
While I was in the pre-operating "holding" room, I was around lots of other patients also waiting their turn for surgery. Most of them had someone there with them, but I had Fermin just wait up in my room because it seemed silly to have him come down with me, and he had calls he had to make for work.
But like Tom Petty says, "The waiting is the hardest part..."- All the waiting got me really nervous. And my face usually gives my feelings away.
There was a woman there, about the age my mom would be, waiting with her husband who was about to undergo double knee replacement surgery. She came over and started talking with me. Nothing really so profound. She was just helping me pass the time and calm down a bit. I don't even really remember what it was we talked about. But the profound part was, she tucked the covers in around me and gently patted me on the shoulder. Just like Mom would have. When it was time for the surgeons to roll her husband off to surgery we said our goodbyes. I thanked her for talking to me, and told her I felt better already because of her. And that she reminded me a little of my Mom.
Later that night, I had a dream about Mom. It was present day, she wasn't sick like she usually is when I dream of her, and we were shopping at estate sales together. She grabbed the basket with the things I intended to buy and said, "Here, give me that! I'm buying that for you." It seemed so real. It was just like so many days Mom and I have spent together.
The next morning, (in real life) I was at an estate sale and saw this music box:
|all the bear music boxes given to me by Mom|