She died 3 weeks ago, suddenly and unexpectedly whilst walking home from her friends house.
Its been the most awful time with the coroner not being able to establish the cause of her death and I feel so robbed I couldn't say goodbye, she was fit and healthy and in her 50s. It wasn't her time.
Its her funeral tomorrow and I'm absolutely dreading it, everyone else is seeing it as a positive step and I am honestly doubting whether I can make it. I'm 5 moths pregnant and choosing Knickers in the morning makes me cry at the minute let alone having to say goodbye to my mum. And my dad has sent the link to lot sof friends and family to watch the service, whilst it being sme comfort so many people loved her and how much joy she brought to so many lives I really hate knowing they will be there watching one of the worst days of my life.
I don't really know why I'm posting, I guess. I'm just trying to put on a brave face IRL but actually I'm not doing that great 