One day, she had a dream she was a girl again, running down a big hill with her hands waving, shouting "Whee!" I heard her shouting, and asked her about it when she woke up.
My mom is gone now. But when I have hills, my mom still runs with me. I try to remember to raise my hands in the air and celebrate the downhills when they come.
Don't forget to celebrate the good stuff.