Dream:

I was in parents basement, walked from workshop into playroom, Mom was sitting at her desk. "Boy, that last health crisis almost did you in, didn't it?" I said or thought, before remembering that it had done her in, for good. But she was doing fine now. She smiled at me, and as I looked at her she appeared younger and younger, until she looked like she did when I was little, and I smiled a lot, too, because I was happy to see that she was doing well, and I told her that I loved her.