ColdTea and t875
Thank you both for your replies....
I had a bit of a 'difficult' relationship with my mum, I was and still am very indepedant and when we moved out of the area to where we are now over five years ago, my Mum hated me.
She was devastated. In her eyes, she was losing her first Grandaughter, Daughter and future Grandchild (I was PG with Nemo when we moved) but we couldn't afford to move to a larger house with the money we had in the area we were in.
So, we up sticks and moved to a lovely little rural village and we're extremely happy. My Dad can see it, he saw it before we moved here, we showed them the house (PROJECT!!!) and he knew that we were doing the right thing.
He's my Stepdad actually, (my sperm donor fucked off when I was 2 to shag a girl of 15 who he is still with now, with his new shiny life, twat) - sorry, that just popped into my head, but to me he's my hero. Absolutely my hero. He has been my rock through thick and thin. I can't bear the thought of him waking to that void this morning.
I have been sneaking off for a little cry all day. I feel so sad and I can't get the image out of my Mum, lying there, dead out of my head.
I can't shift it. I can't and it's crushing me. I don't want to close my eyes anymore because I see her. I see her die again, again and again.
We're going to see Dad at the weekend, for the joint B/Day party (me on Tuesday) and I know I'm going to cry. It's only the closest of family.
I miss Mum so much. I can feel her here, it's all so raw, on January 23rd my Mum will have been dead, cold and gone for 2 months.
Gone.
I'm sinking tonight, really low. Sorry to be needy.
Welcome to January - big hugs to you xxx
Why does it hurt so much? Why does it ache, why does death want me to suffer? Feel selfish?
Stupid.
Stupid and selfish. 