I have to sort through my dreams and see which ones were truly dreams, which were fantasies, and which were just good ideas.

I was thinking of my Mom, and her longtime dream, which was to have Willard Scott wish her a happy 100th birthday on television. Mom died when she was 86 so never saw that dream come true.

She never got back to Point Loma to see one more sunset, she never got the Scottie dog she always wanted, and she never achieved either of her career goals: to be a teacher, or a minister.

I often wondered if she had times of regret or even bitterness that those (and other) dreams were not realized. If so, she never mentioned it.