I posted sometime ago about my mother who had come to live with us. She was being very demanding and always seeking my time and attention. In fact she was a living nightmare at the time. She had health issues and generally her quality of life was not the best. We had tried to make it comfortable here for her, but she was causing divisions within my household, by constantly "inventing" situations. Towards the end of last year she was in and out of the hospital with her C.O.P.D and breathing issues. It was a very difficult time as I was going to work from the hospital first thing then returning to the hospital before going home. I was a wreck and absolutely exhausted. She had arranged (unbeknown to myself and family) during this time to get one of my brothers to take her things back to Norfolk. When I asked her what was going on she pleaded innocence and insisted that she had only asked my brother how much would it cost to hire a van. She discharged herself from the hospital on January 1st of this year and without so much as a proper goodbye, promptly returned to Norfolk too the husband that she was trying to divorce.
Her mental health deteriorated quickly and we kept in regular contact with her, phone calls once a week and texts almost daily. She was not happy where she was, but was in the process of seeking a divorce so that she could have her bungalow back. The last time I spoke to her was August 9th. I sent her a good morning text on the 10th and it was not answered, but knowing mum she would answer it when she gets back to her phone. At 11 o clock that night I was informed that my mother had died. She was 68.
I am sad of course she was my mum, but aside from the guilt I have I also am grateful. She really did not have a good quality of life towards the end. But as the divorce was not finalised, everything she owned went to the person that she did not like. For this I can not help her.
I just wanted to update, and unload. Thank you for all your support. x