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I don't really know how to phrase any of this. I don't have the right words, and I don't even know if there are any right words. My mother died on Friday afternoon. She passed away at home, in her own bed, where she wanted to be. I wasn't at home, I was at work. But I got home as soon as I could, and I'd said good bye and that I loved her in the morning before I went to work.
I feel like I'm trapped in one of those dreams that are long and horrible and you wake up miserable but you can't remember the dream so you don't know why you're so miserable.
My mother was difficult and irascible and she wasn't easy to love. But I did. I loved her so much, and now she's gone. I keep wanting to ask her things - just practical things, the sort of question that you have and you just go "oh, I'll ask mum" but I can't.
Any thoughts or prayers are very much appreciated. Comments are open but I doubt I will be able to answer them.
I feel like I'm trapped in one of those dreams that are long and horrible and you wake up miserable but you can't remember the dream so you don't know why you're so miserable.
My mother was difficult and irascible and she wasn't easy to love. But I did. I loved her so much, and now she's gone. I keep wanting to ask her things - just practical things, the sort of question that you have and you just go "oh, I'll ask mum" but I can't.
Any thoughts or prayers are very much appreciated. Comments are open but I doubt I will be able to answer them.