My darling mam passed away on 23rd February. Peacefully. Quickly and with my brother at her side.
Now we have the task of putting together the funeral and. .....well everything.
The strange thing is that for a day i could feel. I could cry. Hurt. But now Ive travelled to be with my family to help arrange things, I do not cry. I run around making arrangements. I stress over flowers, venues, ,solicitors, money, but the tears have dried up. It's as if my feelings are on hold. But then the last two years have been a bag of mixed emotions.
Dementia. A word. But the meaning of it I'm still getting to grips with. Its so much more than a word. We lived with it and now my mam has gone we have to learn to live with what it did.
I hope that I can. Right now I don't know how to feel.
Now we have the task of putting together the funeral and. .....well everything.
The strange thing is that for a day i could feel. I could cry. Hurt. But now Ive travelled to be with my family to help arrange things, I do not cry. I run around making arrangements. I stress over flowers, venues, ,solicitors, money, but the tears have dried up. It's as if my feelings are on hold. But then the last two years have been a bag of mixed emotions.
Dementia. A word. But the meaning of it I'm still getting to grips with. Its so much more than a word. We lived with it and now my mam has gone we have to learn to live with what it did.
I hope that I can. Right now I don't know how to feel.