My Mom asked me endlessly what I was going to do when she was gone, how I was going to manage, how I would be able to look after everyone. She wanted reassurance that I had it in hand. I feel guilty now that I just said, we’ll manage, everything will be OK. I know now, I’m a bit older, that she wanted specifics, but didn’t really have the energy to push me.
We knew she was dying though and me and my siblings were only in early 20s, I was a single mother and she was a carer for my younger brother with profound disabilities, she wanted to know how I could cope with a toddler and suddenly a disabled adult to look after, as well. And looking after her elderly parents which she did. So I had to step in. I feel bad knowing she died without the actual specifics, she clearly wanted.
In the end I raised my toddler to be a lovely young adult, had two more younger DC, got my brother into supported living but still visit twice a week, and I cared for her parents until they died.
I just gave her platitudes. But I know now she wanted me to actually explain how exactly I was going to juggle all those dependants suddenly because she was worried about me and my toddler DC and about them all.
I’d do the same now, I’d sit down with my DC and a million lists and refer them to everyone possible for help if I was going to die when they were barely adult. But maybe that wouldn’t do them any favours, we all have to manage things eventually don’t we.