Just that really. My lovely mum died 4 months ago, and I can't move on. Everyday for the last couple of months I think about the days leading up to her death and how horrific it was for her (she was in pain and vomiting huge amounts of faecal matter due to her bowel being blocked by the bastard cancer).
I replay conversations we had and wish I'd said more/the right thing or done more for her.
I want to endlessly talk about the details of her death but I don't - nobody is that patient!
It feels like I constantly have the 'last few days' film playing in the background, whatever I'm doing. Sometimes I ignore it for a bit, but it's always there and I spend time everyday watching it.