Four weeks and One day ago my Mum died at 1.11am. We couldn't raise her on the phone so I asked her friend to call round. They found her on the floor unresponsive.
The hospital decided that she was very very poorly and asked me to come straight down. We drove over 600 miles to try and get to her but didn't make it in time. She died with her friend holding her hand.
The next two weeks turned into a blur. The council wanted their house back ASAP. We had to strip it of all carpets etc the day after her funeral.
Fast forward to this week and I'm back in my house surrounded by boxes of memories. The house is stuffed. I feel like I cant breathe.
I need to grieve but can't. I just feel so angry all the time. I have lost my Mum and even though I live far away, I have lost my Home. Work is a real struggle. I have no patience at all with anyone . My friends have all but ignored me since hearing the news.
No real point to this post except I need to vent and maybe the kindness of internet strangers will go some way to helping.