Forgetting the Dead

I had a really disturbing dream last night. My brother was dead. And the worst part about it? I forgot he had died. I thought it had just been a while since I had seen him. And then I realized he was dead and had to mourn for him all over again. Lots of tears and everything. And of course I felt worse for forgetting that I had already gone through this. When I woke up I had to figure out if he was really still alive.