Long story: sorry. Back in the late 1980s, when I was rookie teacher, I was mentored at work by an older woman, Liz, who became a great friend and a kind of second mother to me. We kept in close touch over the years and she supported me through my mum's death and various other life events. In 2014 (when she was in her early 70s) her husband died and she and her newly-divorced daughter (whom I'd met several times but never really got to know) bought a home together 350 miles away from me. Liz and I spoke every week, had holidays together and visited a couple of times a year.
In lockdown in early 2021 it became clear she was very unwell and Emily (her daughter) was struggling to cope, so I went to help. I was there for 11 weeks, sitting up at nights, cooking and cleaning and doing whatever needed doing so that Emily could continue to work from home and spend as much quality time as possible with her mum. There was very little medical or nursing support available and we were thrown together to give Liz the best final weeks we could. After she died I stayed on for a while to support Emily, who seemed close to a breakdown. For the next year Emily and I spoke at least once a day: she would call me to cry and my role was to listen. I think she came close to a breakdown and I know her employer offered to pay for therapy. I tried to offer what comfort I could and went to stay with her every couple of months to help with the admin and the gardening and all the things she didn't seem able to cope with on her own. Emily had always had a very small social circle and didn't seem to have any close friends, so it felt as if rather a lot was resting on me.
After that first year I started slowly reducing the frequency of calls and by the end of last year we were down to a couple of calls a week and a visit every three months. We had this routine for around 18 months until April this year when she didn't answer a couple of calls and didn't call me back. After a few days I left her a message hoping all was well and saying I hoped to hear from her. She didn't respond. I didn't want to badger her so left it a fortnight and tried again and we had a friendly chat. I guess I'd been hoping there were new friends or a new man around, but no. I was supposed to visit in May but she asked if we could cancel because she'd been promoted and needed to do a training course. I agreed and we talked about going away somewhere in July for a long weekend. From May I called her once every ten days or so. Sometimes she responded, sometimes she didn't. In June after a couple of calls where she didn't pick up I left a message saying it would be good to hear from her when she had some spare time. I heard nothing, and because of a number of complications in my own life, I put off calling her. July and then August slid past and she didn't contact me.
It was her birthday last weekend. I tried calling her a fortnight in advance to suggest I come down and take her out for dinner. No response so I messaged her with my suggestion. No response. I began to feel a little concerned so contacted the one other person I know who's in touch with her. They said that nothing had changed: Emily was still living reclusively and her life was centred around her work. No new boyfriend or hobbies or anyone else.
I really wasn't sure what to make of things, so I sent a card and a gift and on her birthday she phoned to thank me for them. I said that we hadn't met in May or July so did she fancy a weekend away somewhere in October and she was noncommittal, so I'm taking that as a no.
I know I should feel pleased that the worst is over and she's adjusted to life on her own and no longer needs me. And in a way I am. I think back to Liz and all the support she offered me over the years, and it comforts me to feel I was able to offer her daughter what she offered to me. I miss Liz badly but it hasn't felt appropriate for me to talk to Emily about my loss, so perhaps it's that that's making me feel a bit shit about being let go like this. I suppose that if Emily and I are now down to Christmas and birthday cards it feels like my connection to Liz is severed.
Has anyone else been through anything similar? AIBU to feel very sad about it all?