Just that, really.
She was 94, and had been struggling for years (and resisting any care support provided) so not entirely unexpected, and there’s some relief that her pain and distress is over. It’s been a very hard few years trying to balance her wishes for “independence” against her safety.
I was by her bedside in hospital when she died last Saturday morning. She was an incredible woman, extremely accomplished, but not a “warm” Mum. I have made my peace with that over the years but our relationship wasn’t always easy. Still miss her though.
Back to work tomorrow after a week of compassionate leave. I feel a bit odd about that. A friend said I should have taken longer, and work are v supportive, but DH disapproves. (He doesn’t work because he has MS.)
I feel tired. I’ve a family Christmas to get going and I just want to forget it… only I don’t because I know doing nice things for people will make me feel better.
Anyway… One thing Mum taught me was “not to sit around brooding”, and she was right. Except after my sister died unexpectedly at Christmas, when I was 14, I took that too far and bottled up my emotions so much the grief took years and years to process. Ditto my Dad who died when I was 18. So I will try to find a balance. The palliative care team gave me a counsellor a few months ago and those meetings will continue for a few weeks, so I will get there.