My mum died in early May. It's been such an odd year. I felt I was doing ok but am having a bad few weeks. DHs friend's mum has been in hospital a while and just recently died and hearing about that has brought it all back up for me.
Also I just heard from the coroner yesterday that I can now register the death so I need to do that.
Lately I've been watching films snuggled under a wool blanket my mum used to use as a shawl. For some reason this evening I was struck by an image of my mum wearing it on our last day out together. It made my cry so much, wishing I could go back in time and have that day again. A photo of my Nana (long gone now) in the same location also came to mind.
I feel heavy with sadness and wish my time was over too, as life feels pointless now. I'm surprised to find myself feeling like this.