@LucyintheSky21
Yes the anger is there, and it comes in waves too. Odd things can set me off or I can just wake up irritable on a bad day.
I.e I saw an article on a&e waiting times, and someone complaining they had to wait hours for a sprained wrist or ankle or something. My mum had to wait hours whilst she was literally dying. I really couldn't care less about a sprained wrist.
I get angry when people tell me 'it's better/kinder for her have gone this way ' or ' at least it was quick' or other supposedly comforting phrases.
I know she didn't have to endure weeks/months like some people do. And I'm not taking away from anyone that suffered that at all. As far as I know she started feeling poorly about 5 days before she died, although thought it was just some kind of bug/sickness. (she often hid symptoms or 'forgot' to tell us - but she was fine on the Wednesday, started feeling a bit iffy on Thursday and then rapidly deteriorated.) But having been with her those last 3 days in hospital I simply don't see how this was 'kind'. Kind would have been passing away in her sleep peacefully. Kind would have been able to make her totally pain/confusion/fear free.
Maybe one day I will take comfort in the fact that she avoided the dementia deterioration and all that comes with it. I know how awful it is and she knew she was losing her abilities. But right now I can't get past what happened and telling me it's a blessing is not helpful.
It's my birthday tomorrow and I really just can't be arsed. I'd quite happily just not acknowledge it. Hubby is getting annoyed because I don't know where I want to go for lunch. Even that's winding me up, although I know he means well.
I keep wanting it to be this time last year.
I'll be think of you tomorrow 💕 xx