We had mum's funeral on Tuesday. It was lovely as far as funerals go and the church was packed out. I was so moved. I just cannot I believe that I will never see her again in this lifetime. The day after the funeral I just wanted to go to her grave early in the morning and have a chat with her but i didn't because I have dd. I am so angry and i feel bloody cheated. It's shit isn't it; as is the cancer that killed her. I will never see her again. How final. Although I do get some comfort by her near death experience when she said that she wanted to go home (home= heaven or whatever and has good, comforting conotations) She also said they were coming to get her (they being her dead realatives) but I just feels so sad and lost.