I can't do this.
I can't let her go.
I can't go on knowing that I was never enough because I didn't need her anymore.
I can't go on knowing that when she needed me, I got there and only had 14 hours with her (which I know that is more than some of you)
I can't go on knowing that I didn't let her know that she was needed, that I DID need her.... just not like she wanted.
I can't bear the pain.
I can't sleep, eat or even breathe at times.....
My Dad and Aunt, her favorite sister who was there when she died are coming tomorrow.... I feel sick, scared, afraid that I can't hold it together for Him, my Dad, or my Aunt.....
I keep sobbing but I'm trying so God damned hard to get my Christmas on.... all I want to do is sleep. Sleep and wake up with my Mum in my arms, telling me it's okay, she knows that I didn't need her because I'd finally settled, loved, found real love, found safety, solace, peace, calm and rest in my life...
I can't cope. I can't do this 'thing' - grief..... loss..... death.
I. Don't. Want. To.