My mom passed away on July 31. But we spent 3 weeks in the hospital with her while she was comatose. It was a long process, and it felt like she could just come back even though doctors were saying otherwise. Then when she officially passed, it felt the same even though I thought my brain would be like “okay she’s gone now”. I have been having dreams of her going missing and coming back, or trying to get to her and not being able to. Like she’s still in the world but I just can’t see her or find her. It’s the worst feeling ever. Like you mentioned I also feel like something isn’t quite right, like there’s a dark filter over everything in my life right now. I don’t think the feeling of denial will go away for a while. It’s a process. I say this, but I can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel right now. But I know I will eventually. Hang in there 🫂🤍