Mum had Motor neurone disease. She had been fighting it knowing for 3 years, but not knowing 2 years before that. The prognosis was 6 months to 5 years.
My relationship with her was difficult until she got her proper diagnosis and she saw who I really was.
Over the last 3 years she went from a vocal, controlling blue arsed fly, to someone who couldn't eat, drink, talk or move. Although she never stopped being Queen bee. To get attention she would clap her hands and gesture imperiously in the general direction of what she wanted and the rest was up to us to guess.
She adored ds2, who was the youngest of 6 grandchildren and Ds adored her too, it also helped that he could borrow an iPad and play on it when he didn't want to sit still anymore. She finally realised that ds1 wasn't as bad as she thought and told everyone she knew about his achievements on his college course (winning a lighting competition the first year it was organised and lighting up the National Theatre in London).
She went into the local hospice on Saturday and went to sleep on Sunday night and never woke up. She was 67.
She is being cremated after a humanist ceremony and her ashes will be scattered at a place on the coast that she loved.
Then there will be party for all her friends and lots of remeniscing.
Ds1(16) feels slightly guilty that he's not crying at the drop of a hat and ds2(8) is being a pain in the bum. Me, I'm randomly crying at the drop of a hat and I'm glad, because I was so worried that I would not miss her due to my crappy childhood and early adulthood.
Now to hopefully not end up an emotional wreck due to my mental health issues
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Mum lost her battle yesterday morning
mypussyiscalledCaramel · 08/07/2014 09:32
I really sympathise 
- I lost my mum at 16, my dad died 2 months ago. So I am also an orphan at 32.
It's awful. xx
Thank you all.
The crappiest part of all this is I no longer have either parent. My Dad died unexpectidely nine years ago Im an orphan at 42
Ds2 asked me this morning, what happens to grandma now. So out came my walnut analogie. Grandmas soul is the walnut and her body is the shell, her soul is up there somewhere and her shell is being cremated. Then I explained what would happen at the service.
We also worked out that he was 3 when she started getting symptoms and 5 when she was officially diagnosed, poor little boy doesn't remember her any other way but ill and he was 3months old when my Dad died.
He went to school this morning after telling me that he was going to tell his teacher first and surprise 
his friends, who can understand how an 8 year olds mind works.
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