My first post on this forum, although not the first time I've visited.
Today was mum's funeral, after she passed away earlier this month. She had been steadily deteriorating over the last few months but the end when it came still felt quite sudden. At the beginning of the week the nurse warned me that mum had refused most food and drink over the weekend and that, although things could turn around, I should be prepared that this could be the beginning of the end. 3 days later I got the call that mum was dying and to get there asap.
It's funny - when trying to think ahead to that moment I wasn't at all sure I'd be able to deal with it, but it was almost like autopilot kicked in and I'm so glad I could be with mum in her last hours.
The funeral arrangements have been hard to deal with (I'm an only child, so had to make most of the decisions on my own) but we had a lovely minister, who did a wonderful job with the service. Mum wasn't religious, so we had a more humanist service focusing on her life and all the love in it. I also managed to read out one of the poems I had chosen. It was something I didn't think I'd be able to do originally (the minister had arranged a signal with me in case I couldn't do it) - but I so wanted to do it for mum and am relieved I managed it.
Now the aftermath.... I haven't cried much up to now but this evening has been pretty tearful. I think I was so focused on arrangements and getting through the funeral that the sense of loss is hitting harder now?
Anyway.... as one of the 'silent' visitors I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who contributes to this forum. My thoughts are with everyone going through this journey x
Today was mum's funeral, after she passed away earlier this month. She had been steadily deteriorating over the last few months but the end when it came still felt quite sudden. At the beginning of the week the nurse warned me that mum had refused most food and drink over the weekend and that, although things could turn around, I should be prepared that this could be the beginning of the end. 3 days later I got the call that mum was dying and to get there asap.
It's funny - when trying to think ahead to that moment I wasn't at all sure I'd be able to deal with it, but it was almost like autopilot kicked in and I'm so glad I could be with mum in her last hours.
The funeral arrangements have been hard to deal with (I'm an only child, so had to make most of the decisions on my own) but we had a lovely minister, who did a wonderful job with the service. Mum wasn't religious, so we had a more humanist service focusing on her life and all the love in it. I also managed to read out one of the poems I had chosen. It was something I didn't think I'd be able to do originally (the minister had arranged a signal with me in case I couldn't do it) - but I so wanted to do it for mum and am relieved I managed it.
Now the aftermath.... I haven't cried much up to now but this evening has been pretty tearful. I think I was so focused on arrangements and getting through the funeral that the sense of loss is hitting harder now?
Anyway.... as one of the 'silent' visitors I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who contributes to this forum. My thoughts are with everyone going through this journey x