For the last couple of days of my mum's life, she wasn't conscious. She'd been in hospital and then a hospice for around 6 weeks. She really wanted to come home, but they wouldn't let us take her. I promised her I would. They said we could. I told her and she was so happy. And then they changed their minds. I will never forgive myself for not fighting for her harder. My sister and I went every day and sat with her all day, and all the important things were said before she went. On the morning she died, we'd gone home the night before to sleep and shower. The doctor said it could have continued for days or weeks. SHe's not said anything for a day or so. She was sleeping. We had no way or sleeping or showering and I had nobody to look after my child. She died in the early hours of the morning when we weren't there. I keep thinking that she might have woken up and nobody was there for her. Maybe she was scared.
I miss her so much.
I've got nice people around me, and I love my DD more than anything.
But I want my mum back. None of the people I know are anything like her. I can't talk to anyone like I talked to her. I'm on my own. I can get through a day and then just sit and sob when my DD is in bed. Not all the time, but it just hits me. Is this it? I'll never speak to her again? I've got to get through the rest of my life like this? I've had grief counselling. It didn't work. I just said what the woman wanted to hear in the end.