Another Dream of Mom

 I woke this morning crying, with this dream fresh in mind.  

I was walking on sidewalk and found an item, a clear plastic case, about 4 in. h x 2.5 in. w, with hinged lid.  I could see a couple dollar bills and other things inside.  On side of lid, was a paper strip taped in place with name "Etta Marie Rizzuto" and little ink-drawn designs around the name, geometric shapes (like my Mom used to doodle while she was talking on phone).  I looked to left and saw through large plate-glass window, some older women getting their hair done, a beauty salon.  I realized I was at intersection of Central Ave./S. Essex/Jackson, Orange, heading home (375 Highland Ave.).  When I saw the name, I was astonished and thought, I'll bring this home to Mom, she'll be pleased.  As I got closer to home, I realized my Mom was dead, recently passed, and instantly I was in large room with many people.  A nearby man, a stranger, looked at me and I explained to him my surprising find as tears started to come from my eyes.  He didn't seem to understand, but as I finished explaining, he started to cry too.  I immediately gathered myself and started to calm him, motioning with my hands.  Dream ends.

The mind and heart are interconnected and mourning occurs after loss.