I lost my mum at Christmas. It was completely out of the blue - she was fit healthy and active. It’s been a huge shock and I’m struggling with the loss. Every morning I wake up and it’s the first thing I think of. If I wake in the night it’s all I think of and I can’t get back to sleep. I’m sensitive, it’s raw, but I put on a brave and positive face for my dad and my family.
I find myself getting angry with certain comments from friends. I sat by mum’s bedside for 12 hour stretches for 18 days, every day. It was harrowing but I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
One friend said that mum’s death “was a kindness” given outcome if she had survived. Another friend said when her time comes she’d “like it to be quick and go that way”. And one said “at least it wasn’t long and drawn out like X’s mother with Dementia”.
I don’t know why I’m posting really but feel all this irrational anger about these comments. Just need to get it off my chest.
My grief is private. I don’t broadcast it. But that doesn’t mean I’m not hurting. I find such comments really unhelpful. Watching mum deteriorate was not a kindness to mum. Telling me it’s not as bad as Dementia feels like it’s diminishing the loss. Telling me they’d like to go that way particularly took my breath away... it was an awful way to go. Incidentally these comments were from friends who still have both parents. They mean well but I’m not sure they’re fully aware of the pain, the immediate and ongoing pain and loss.
On a positive note it has made me more keenly aware of responding to others who have lost a loved one. I don’t want to take this up with friends as I know they mean well, but just need to offload this somewhere... here. Thank you for reading xx