Ah where to start…
Since I last came on here my whole world has been turned upside down and just for good measure; shaken and tossed around a little bit excessively. My head is still spinning!
Nothing that you can physically or mentally do will prepare you for the day you recieve a telephone call from a loved one giving you heart breaking news, not knowing the full meaning of the phone call until it’s too late.
I still cannot get to grips with what happened. It feels like I am in a dream and do not know how to wake up.
Sometimes in a haze or feeling lost. Does that make sense?
I did not think this was appropriate “blogging” material, but my friend advised me that blogs are for anything and everything. It does not matter what it’s about. On the plus side it might make me feel a little better writing about it.
8 months ago I lost my best friend and my soul mate. My mum.
I have never had to deal with bereavement before; I have never lost anybody close to me.
I have not had time to grieve, a few weeks after my mum passed away, my dad became very ill and have spent the last 8 months trying to keep his head above water, so to speak.
On the plus side, he is now on the road to recovery even after the apalling treatment from the hospital.
So maybe now I can try and deal with what has happened.
My mum is my hero, she is a fantastic woman who never thought of herself, would do anything for you if you asked her to and always did her best to bring me up.
I’ve never felt so lost and alone before. I miss her telling me that it’s half way through the week and it will nearly be the weekend, I miss her telling me about all the new family members she has found while doing the family tree and more than anything, I miss her telling me that she loves me.
My security blanket has gone.
Even after 8 months, it still feels like yesterday when it happened. No words can describe the pain I feel or the sensation of loss that comes over me when I see her empty chair or when certain things trigger memories.
This will be the first year that I am dreading Christmas, it will be hard. But I have to stay strong for my dad.
My husband and I brought our wedding forward from July this year to September last year because of the fears for my dads health.
Who would have known that my mum was also really ill.
I’m so happy that she was at my wedding. I can look back at the day with fondness knowing that my mum and my dad were at my side.
My mum found out she had Small Cell lung Cancer a week before she died. Everything happened so fast.
None of us knew the extent of what was wrong until the evening she was taken in to the hospital. It came as a shock to us all.
Life is too short and all the good people are taken too soon.
If I could give one piece of advice to people it would be to cherish every moment you have with your parents.
