I don't understand my feelings, at all. I am in so much pain. I love her so much and miss her so much already.
I didn't grow up living with my Mother. She was only 18 when she had me. I know she loved me and we were very close, but I feel so guilty now because part of this awful pain is that i missed out on having a more typical Mother and daughter relationship with her and living together and being close to her as a child.
I can't explain it it is like a physical ache from something that I should have got over a very long time ago.
I feel so guilty for this being a part of my grief. If anyone knew they would think I was selfish and making her death all about me, which of course I am doing. So I can never talk about this.
I have an embarrassing jealousy and waves of hurt that her subsequent husband and other children got to live with her.
But I don't know what to do with these feelings now. I can't pretend they don't exist?