Hello Hello
I shared my whole life with her and no one is as interested or cares about you like your mum
I get this. I lost my Mum at the end of 2019 and she'd been ill off and on for a few years. It's so hard as they get more and more unwell and there is less and less you can do about it, you're reduced to finding a spoon of something tasty that they'll eat or digging out an amusing anecdote to make them smile, until you're sat at the bedside holding their hand through their last moments.
One of the things I could do, you see, was to have a good life and share it with her - look Mum you don't ever have to worry about me - you did a good job - I have a safe happy life and I'm doing you proud etc.
It feels empty that now I'm living my life just for me - I know that sounds really peculiar! but I think you guys here will understand.
And I want still to ask her stuff - how do you decide what to keep and what not, of the furniture and personal effects you inherit? It never occurred to me to ask when she was alive, which is daft really as she was very good and had PoA, wills , Advance Directive etc etc all sorted and wasn't afraid to discuss these things, and she'd lost (and inherited from) her grandmother, mother, and aunt, while I was a kid. I didn't have kids so all the stuff that has meaning for me (e.g. stuff hand-made by long dead relations, books of hers I grew up with) is not, I know, special to anyone else. So it's entirely my choice as to what to keep, nobody else minds either way.
I do actually have videos and recordings of her but cannot bring myself to watch them. It was bad enough that I was going through some old papers I had from my uni days 30+ years ago and found a letter from her. Read it once and then put it away again. I think I'm afraid that I'll end up remembering watching videos/reading letters rather than remembering her IYSWIM.
She died a few months before the virus hit so I think part of my primaeval animal brain thinks I just haven't seen her because of lockdown, and we can meet up now! Yes, we should start planning a meal out / visit to flower show / concert / afternoon buggering about a stately home! This bit of the brain still goes on at me in this vein, still, now, completely ignoring the fact that I was with her when she died, organized her burial and wake, executed her will, planted up her grave twice, and have just been sent a photo of her nearly-finished gravestone. It's oblivious. I swear I could have had her stuffed and put in the corner and it wouldn't be any different!