It's 2 years today since we lost Dad. How can that be? I feel like nothing has changed...I'm still shell shocked as if I'm stuck in that bloody hospital, but on the other hand it seems like forever since I last spoke to him. I find that I often distance myself from mum as I'm going to have to go through this again with her and I can't face it. I look at the length of my parents marriage and think what if that's how long we have? It means we've got about 20 years left. I know these feelings aren't rational but it's what goes through my mind. I used to be believe in life after death and signs etc but lately I've come to realise it's all bollocks. I've been to the Kirk today and sat and raged/cried/thought as I find that after a lifetime of oversharing that I can't share this with DH or mum or even my brother, who feels as crap as I do. I'm so bloody angry. If there's 7 or whatever stages of grief, I'm stuck in that one. I can't spend the rest of my life feeling like this but it's only only to get worse when mum isn't here either. I feel like a wee girl lost in a shop waiting for her folks to find her.
No need to reply, just need to get it out my head as the dc are around me and I'm trying to keep calm and not pass on my desolation to them.