Days before my grandmother's death I had a dream in which she and I were in a forest and a bear attacked her from behind with his claws, the only thing I could do was hug her tightly and make the bear hurt me much more than her. In my dream I constantly told her "I'm sorry I can't do more, I'm sorry..." years later I still remember that dream, especially these days.
I really liked the representation of the bear with a mask of the death, because maybe my dreams prepared me a little for what would come days later. Every day I miss my grandma and other people I have lost, death is always present in our lives but it is still strange to inhabit a space in which you will never see your favorite people ever again. But at least I can see my grandmother in my dreams or memories or photographs
