I have lost my most Beautiful Rarest Rose, My Mum, My Whole World. On the 25th of May 2019 at 1.03 am. How do I cope? How do I move on? I wasn't even caring for my Mum every day. My youngest sister and brother cared for mum 24/7. I should have, could have made more time. Shared more time, been at my Mums side more. Her dementia frightened me... she would cry when she saw me and knew who I was at first. Then shortly after she wouldn't recognise me. Thought I was an imposter! It hurt me so much. I left knowing my youngest sister would care for her. How wrong it was to even think that and do that! I should have done more. Now im living with the guilt