Can I also join please?
My mum died last week, peacefully, on her own terms after being bloody miserable for a good year. Nothing wrong except for old age and having given up, then a sudden acute infection. She was in her 80s.
I know how grief went/goes/is going. When my Dad died, and my partner died it was awful, but the grief was/is straightforward (one died 22 years ago, the other 18 months ago.) Painful, but I'm processing it.
With Mum though...she has been so miserable for so long, it feels almost like I lost the real her years ago. When I think of her now I get two totally separate images. One is of her in the 1980s when she was younger than I am now, and dynamic, the other is of this awful crabbed figure making strange noises to get sympathy, and wailing about how sad and lonely she was, then loudly calling herself names - all for effect.
In an epic fall out a few months ago, she told me that she didn't like me much as a child, although she loved me. In those years I was desperate for her to accept me. I'm afraid I didn't like the person she became as she aged, and the love got a bit wobbly too, if I'm honest. I would have gone N/C several times if I had been less driven by guilt not to.
So yeah...tricky one. At the moment. I feel relief and spells of sadness, but no utter bereft feeling. With Dad and Mr C I had numb shock then crushing, physically painful grief.
Feel like I'm waiting for the other boot to drop, but it may not drop in the way I'm expecting!