I lost my mother last month and had my first dream about her this morning. It went something like this:
We were at the old house in Baton Rouge and in my former bedroom. Mom asked me what stuff I thought we should move from there... and I told her everything. She asked me to pack the room for her. She was about to leave to go on an errand and I grabbed her and hugged her and wept. She wasn't sad like me and seemed somewhat indifferent to my tears. I knew she had to go. I considered calling the police to make sure she was OK, but instead turned to go back into the room and pack the stuff.