Just that really. My mum died shortly after I found I was expecting dd2. It wasn't unexpected, in that she'd been ill for some time, but she was still having chemotherapy so had some residual hope. I find it so hard not to dwell on how things would have been had she been here. I see grandmothers out with grandchildren and feel irrationally jealous. I miss having someone to talk to about the everyday aspects of bringing up young children. And just occasionally getting a break (she helped out lots when dd1 was born, before she got ill). Most of the time I'm fine. I know she'd have wanted me to keep going. But occasionally it overwhelms me and I just want to run away and cry and cry. Not really sure why I'm posting this, just wondered if anyone was going through similar? Everyone I know in real life who has lost a parent is much older and with older children.