Hi all, I haven’t written before, my wonderful mum died a year ago tonight. We were with her, she was home as she wanted it, we had some warning it was coming, and yet I still haven’t accepted it. Never seeing my lovely mum again, never thanking her again for loving us so unconditionally, never again being able to laugh til we cried together, how do you get your head round never? I had a moment of absolute panicky terror a few months ago - where is she now? I’ve always known where she was before, now I don’t know and the terror and helplessness of that is bewildering.
The last year I have kept busy with work, family life, more work, anything to stop me having time to think.
I don’t know what my point is really, just that I love her and miss her so very much, and I’m trying to stop myself thinking about those last few hours.
Sorry you have had need to seek out this thread too, but I’m glad to have found it. (Sorry for the rambling verbal outpouring!)