It’s the two year anniversary of my mum’s death this week and I’m still plagued with guilt that I wasn’t there at the moment she died.
On the day she collapsed, I had spent the day with her (she was 85 and needed some extra daytime help) but I was not very kind to her about something she was worrying about. We made up after the spat, but I just knew something still wasn’t right, so I went back in the evening to give her a hug and say sorry about it all and reassure her and make sure she’d eaten her dinner. As I arrived, she collapsed. The doctor later confirmed it was stress that caused it.
I comforted her and called the ambulance, and I held her hand as she slipped into a coma.
She stayed in a coma in hospital for four days. It was a difficult time - dc2 was only 2 years old and dh didn’t take any time off. I was the only one who visited mum in hospital. I did as much bedside vigil as I physically felt I could - but mum was totally unresponsive and on the fourth night I was so exhausted, I went home early to rest and spend time with my kids.
Next morning I got to her bedside a little later than usual and realised she had already passed away. I went out of the cubicle in a daze and said to the nearby nurse “oh I think my mum has already died a while ago, can you come and check please?” And the nurse hurried in and said yes, I’m afraid she did. And we opened a window and then I don’t remember a thing that happened for the rest of that day. I have no idea how I got home.
I just can’t stop reliving those events,
The thing is that throughout those days, the nurses and doctor kept telling me that mum may be able to hear or feel touch despite being comatose. So if she really could hear me, she’d have realised I left her alone at the end, wouldn’t she? She would have known no one was there holding her hand.
I cannot bear the idea that I left her in that horrible hospital bed, and she might have known. She’d have said, “the kids come first Annella, go and give them a hug from me.” But she felt so strongly that no one should die alone in hospital, and I feel I let her down.
What do I do with this guilt and this grief? It feels like I am no further along than I was two years ago.