My wonderful mother died on Saturday and I found out on Sunday morning by way of an email from my brother. I am living 3,000 miles from home at the moment and had not seen her since December when she stayed with me for Christmas at my UK home. I then had to fly back here as I was heavily pregnant and had planned to have my baby abroad where my DH is working. My gorgeous son was born in February and although I wasn't originally due home til July, I had a feeling I should go home earlier to take him to visit her. It took around 6 weeks to get his birth certificate, passport and visa and when I got it I looked into flying back for a UK in around early April but stupidly let myself be talked out of it. Instead I brought my flight forward and was supposed to fly home two weeks today and was going straight down to see her. I am devestated that I left it too late and she never got to see her baby grandson and he will never know his wonderful nanny. We lost my dad 4 years ago.
I had phoned her within an hour of his birth and sent her photos and she was so excited and couldn't wait to meet him and I let her down. I just can't imagine ever forgiving myself for that.
Sorry for rambling, just needed to get it out if that makes sense?