My lovely Mum died 4 weeks ago tomorrow and I can’t come to terms with it. We knew she had heart failure and we were waiting for a scan to see how bad it was. I went round the Sunday before she died and she was too weak to get out of bed so I dialled 999 and she was taken to hospital and she died on the Friday.
I miss her so much. I’m crying every day and I keep thinking what a shit daughter I must have been not to have noticed how bad she was. I’ve found out more and more about how she wasn’t coping but she was so good at hiding it. I should have noticed though.
I wish I could hug her one last time. The last time she was awake she told me not to waste my time visiting her. I left shortly afterwards as she felt she had to talk to me and it was distressing her. What if she thought that I thought I was wasting my time?
Sorry for the long rambling post and, if you’ve got this far, thank you for reading