I Had a Dream about Mom

Yesterday Julie, Tyler, Leah, Carolyn, Emily and I had breakfast at Cracker Barrel and then went to the cemetery to visit Mom's grave site. It was my fist trip since the funeral. Last night, I dreamed of Mom and Dad. They were much younger, and were in New York for New Year's eve, not on Times Square, but definitely New York City. It was a wonderful dream, and I didn't want to wake up from it. I want to snuggle down and enjoy my "visit" from Mom.

--Update
I spoke to Dad and asked him if he and Mom ever spent New Year's Eve in New York. The answer - no. The spent it in downtown Cincinnati one year - at the Terrace Hilton. Not quite what my dream was about.
When I asked Dad about the nine months he worked in NYC, he said he wasn't there over the holidays - his last day of working in the city was the day Kennedy was shot. When we picked him up at the airport that day, Mom told him that Kennedy had been shot. So we know where Dad was on November 22, 1963.