My Mum passed away in March.
In care since July 2016, and the last 2 yrs bed/chair bound, no mobility, unable to talk apart from a No or Yeah, slept majority of the time.
She developed pneumonia.
It was a slow, heartbreaking 7 days of watching her die.
Although I was tearful, I was releived.
I had cared for Mum for 5 yrs before her going into care.
I was very close to my Mum, and her death didnt impact me the way I thought or felt it should.
After her funeral I had a week off work, and then it was a case of life without Mum.
Dad who had only been at the same care home for 8 mnths, then passed away suddenly in June . He had moderate dementia but a whole raft of physical health issues, and had a ruptured aortic aneurysm.
I never had a good relationship with Dad, but his death shocked me more. Just the suddeness of it. No goodbyes. Yet again tearful.
At his funeral I did let out a few big sobs, thinking “ Thats it! Both my parents are gone”
Another week off work and a new normal. No Mum & Dad. No caring duties. No care home visits.
Then I was thrown into the deep end of being an Executor, Legal work, paperwork, emails & phone calls.
Disagreements with my siblings over Dads will and division of assets.
If I thought being POA was bad enough, I hate being an Executor especially joint with my sister. My husband and I had joint assets with my parents, and we’ve paid out my siblings. We’re getting to the end of it though.
Once Mum & Dads headstone is done, which is looking likely in March, on Mums anniversary…. maybe everything will hit me then.
At present I just feel like my parents are away on a long holiday.
People at work think I must be devestated at losing both parents in the space of 11 weeks.
Yes it was tough , but Im not distraught, but then I feel weirdly unusual that Im not.