My darling mum died a month ago. She was diagnosed with cancer just before Christmas and died at home with her children there holding her hand.
We come from a huge family, so there was funeral to organise, people to house etc, and we had mum at home between her death and the funeral.
In the last couple of days I have gone from a lovely cloud of denial to the horrible realisation that she is gone. I went to her house yesterday and she just wasn't there. I just want to see her, to tell her what her grandchildren have been doing, to give her a hug.
Mt father died when I was 12, I remember this ache, but I don't know how to get through it. It is like physical pain. I wish I could crawl back to denial.