Just catching up with the latest posts. Hello to the new posters and I'm sorry everyone is finding it especially hard just now.
I was terrified of dreaming about mum for ages, I didn't want to face the thought of her, it was too painful. I always dream very vividly about people I know and I had a dread of reliving her last couple of days. Because of that I didn't sleep well for months. I did have one terribly upsetting dream and woke up and was just in floods and floods of tears.
Now though I often surface in that half-asleep time of early morning and while it's not exactly a dream, she feels so real to me, I can see her in my mind's eye and she's there. Then I have to face all over again that she isn't anywhere, that she doesn't exist, and it just seems too incredible for words that she isn't in the world any more. I still see books she'd like to read and hear scraps of stuff on TV that make think 'oh, Mum would love to know that...'
But the absolute realness of her in those few moments can reassure me that in some sense she'll always be with me. There are still two messages from her on the answerphone and I listened to them a few days ago. Just a few words but they were the complete essence of her. I couldn't ever delete them; I've even made copies in case they accidentally get wiped.
All the same, I share that 'untethered from the world' feeling, kittlesticks. Somehow it's as though I don't quite know what I'm doing here any more. I can't motivate myself to do anything useful or productive beyond the essentials. And quite soon it'll be a year since she died. I just can't believe it.