may 18, 2010

I'm hosting our mothers group meeting. There's lots of work going on around us, at home - construction and the like. I'm so excited that Mum is finally going to meet my mothers group friends. But she's so involved with some work with a pile of tyres off to the side of the lounge where we're sitting. I coax her over and introduce her to Robyn (or was it Madeleine?). She smiles and greets her, but immediately returns to her work. I try again and again to get her to come and meet the others, but I can't hold her attention. Our group leave and walk through a corridor. We come to a stand of stamps and inks (such as are sometimes at tourist spots in Japan). My father stops with us and we look at some of the intricate stamps. As we walk on, I fall further behind. I hear Kara say to the others, "Where's Elizabeth?".

I call out that I'm still there, but no-one hears me.

I felt devastated by this dream - both at the time and in recall. It came the day before my meeting with my mothers group where Gavin came along and met them for the first time. One of the hardest grief dreams so far.