I think the suddenness can be a double edged sword. Good for those who didn't have to suffer but bewildering and unbelievable for us left behind.
My mum text me at 9.30am saying she was feeling a bit off and was waiting for 111 to ring her back but she was fine. My sister messaged me at 10am to say ambulance had come out (suspected a bad panic attack which mum suffered with) but they didn't take her / mum refused to go. All her obs were OK barring fast heart rate but this isn't uncommon during panic attacks
11.30am I got the call she was being resuscitated (second ambulance called and subsequent emergency teams). She was dead by the time I arrived an hour later. Just like that.
My dad and sister had to perform CPR whilst the waited for the second lot of paramedics.
The paramedics then worked on her for some time and kept getting her heartbeat back but she couldn't maintain it. Dad and sister said she was gone the moment she collapsed.
Just writing it makes me feel destroyed again.
She didn't suffer but we all did.
I'm sure as death goes this was the best way for my mum and even though I knew she was very poorly, I didn't know she was dead until I walked into my family living room and saw her there.
How does does a person ever come to terms with that? I mean day to day I feel at peace with her being at home and her being with my dad and sister and it being quick but when my mind wonders for a second all I feel is that utter drop in my chest. That moment that the last ray of hope was taken away. That finality, that totality.
Sorry ladies, didn't meant to jump on. But sometimes getting it out of my head actually helps.