My mum died 11 years ago when I was 20, from cancer. It was a horrible, horrible time, I dropped out of uni, took an overdose, and generally didn't cope very well. Eventually I had counselling, went back to uni and got my degree, and thought I'd moved on.
Recently, especially since having DD2, I find myself thinking about her more and more. I guess partly due to the fact that the age gap between my DDs is the same as between me and my sister, I find myself wondering how she coped with this or that, what life was like for her when we were little, all the things I wish I could ask her for advice on. More and more I just feel so resentful and bitter that I never got to have an adult relationship with her, that she never met her grandchildren. There's so much more I want to say to her now that I have children of my own, so much more I now understand about her. I guess it makes me realise even more how much she loved us, and I really wish I could apologise for being a little shit sometimes! And when friends moan about their mums being interfering it drives me up the wall.
I find myself breaking down in tears at completely random moments just because something has made me think of her.
I guess I just needed to write that down somewhere. DH doesn't understand, my dad is pretty useless (not particularly close, and he and my mum separated when I was young) and my sister and I never really talk about mum. Not sure why we don't I guess I never want to bring her down, and maybe she feels the same.