
Eating Sunday lunch like every weekend, we were eating baked Mac and cheese (the last meal we had as a family) after we ate it was like everyone but us vanished and it was just us sitting in at the table. She said “Just because I’m dead doesn’t mean you have to follow. Your mom will never recover from this loss.” Then I woke up in my bed covered in sweat. I don’t know if I had a drug induced dream or it was her telling me I couldn’t die yet. (2)