My mum died at the end of September. We lived on opposite sides of the country until my Dad died six years ago. It became obvious that she was in the early stages of dementia so we moved her to sheltered accommodation to be near me, and I looked after her with increasing amounts of help from carers until she took to calling me out a couple of times a night to take her to the loo. As I work full time and have 4 children that couldn't go on, so about five weeks before she died she moved to residential care.
During this time my siblings would visit when they could, which for my sister was twice in the last year, for day visits. I am not actually worried about that, she has her own difficulties to contend with.
As a bit of background, my parents were comfortably off and encouraged us to get a good education. My siblings were sensible and worked hard, now have extremely comfortable retirements. I was a bit of a rebel and eloped at 18. Ended up by getting divorced (much frowned on by the family) but have what i consider a nice life with lovely new husband. Not wealthy, but enough to pay the bills, run a car and go on holiday every year.
The funeral was last week. She died unexpectedly so the coroner was involved and it took some time.
Mum was 95 so not many people of her generation left, so a small service followed by a wake for about 20 people.
At the wake nobody had much to do with DH and me which I thought nothing of at the time, though he did comment on it.
Today I feel really upset. The rest of my extended family are what you might call the metropolitan socialist elite. I posted something on Facebook (I know) and the comments they have left have made me feel like they all look down their noses at me and think I am stupid and unable to understand what is going on in the world.
I have been crying on and off all day to think that they all laugh and sneer at me.
I am the youngest in the family by far, even though I am in my fifties and as a child I was always really happy when they came to visit. I have felt like that all my life and was looking forward to seeing them all.
Now i think they probably just laugh at me.
I am pretty sure this is some bizarre form of grief but I would rather just cry for my Mum, which I haven't done yet.
This is probably a bit incoherent but it has helped just to write it all down.
If you are still reading, thank you.