I've noticed people talking about dreams. Maybe that got into my subconscious, because I remember the dream I had last night vividly. I was back home and planning a mountain climbing trip with my mother. We were going to go to Eagle Mountain for her 45th birthday. She was telling me that we'd be able to see Lake Superior from there.
The thing is that my Mom died years before she would have been 45. And I was young when she died, too young to go mountain climbing. It was strange, but kind of nice. I got to see my mother again. I didn't feel lonely when I woke up, even if it is Valentine's day.