Safe Passage 01

In the months leading up to my mothers death I dreamt a lot about her. The dreams were always centered around water, an ocean shore, a river bank, a pools edge. The edges of water, the dividing line between breath and suffocation. In these dreams she was forever slipping into the water, silently and with purpose. I was forever leaping in to save her. Searching around under water looking for her, eventually pulling her up and out to the breathing side of things.