It's nearly 3 years since my mum died, aged 55 from Leukaemia. A vicious disease. I was worried at the time that I would be overwhelmed with grief and totally unable to function. I didn't know it would be such a constant; some times it's a slow drip drip, sometimes it's an absolute flood, but I guess I'm lucky in that I've never drowned in it.
I guess I wonder when the waves will stop. I'm having a spell of thinking about her near constantly. Everything reminds me of her. I can't stop crying. Will there come a time when it's more loving memory and less crushing loss?