Things have been stressful around here lately but it appears that mom and papa will not be gone for a month like they had thought. I'm so glad!
This morning, however, I woke up and realized I had just had the most bizarre dream about sissy. It was horrible. She was up, walking around and having me take her to lunch but she still had cancer and she had it in her brain. She would talk to me and then all of a sudden not know me and just start talking about other things because she was with this woman (me) who she didn't know and she definitely didn't know me as her sister. She died at the end of my dream and for some reason I had to put her on a plane ala "Weekend At Bernie's". After I left the airport I realized what I had done and ran as fast as I could to get the seat next to her on the plane just so I could spend a little more time with her even though she was dead.
I hate waking up to these dreams, they haunt me for the rest of the day.