I dreamt that i was sitting on a hill overlooking a cemetary. I wept as the procession rolled by, sad that i wasn't included.
When i spoke to one of my aunts the next day, she told me that my stepmother had died days ago and i'd missed the funeral.
The things is, i couldn't stand the woman, i knew she was ill, and my father was so upset by her passing that he forgot to call me and in the confusion, no one else thought to either.
I was truly sad not to have been there for my dad but her passing did not sadden me.
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