My mum died on Sunday, and all the I was sitting with her during her last days I wouldn't let myself think about what happened afterwards, I just tried to be in the moment with her. I thought I would feel relieved, and I am for her, but not for me. It was awful seeing her reduced to a helpless shell but at least she was here. And now she's not. I'm religious, but she's still not here. Skyped my sister in Spain yesterday, she couldn't stay with mum as she had work and her son back in Spain, and she wanted to know about mum's last hours. I couldn't tell her how awful mum looked at the end, just said that she looked very peaceful. She said she had a great empty lake inside her and we cried that we are now orphans - a bit silly when we are both in our 50's I suppose.
There's lots to do now, family will come from all over to the funeral and will need feeding, accommodating, transporting; there's mum's finances to sort out to hand over to the executors; her possessions to sort through; letters to write...... And I just want to shut myself away for a week.
There's lots to do now, family will come from all over to the funeral and will need feeding, accommodating, transporting; there's mum's finances to sort out to hand over to the executors; her possessions to sort through; letters to write...... And I just want to shut myself away for a week.