This week, my darling Mum died suddenly in the Care Home. I feel like I’m on an emotional roller coaster. I know “ it was a blessing”, “The best way to go” and so on but oh god, how do you get through this? I know that sounds pathetic. I’ve got a wonderful support network but am struggling so much with my father and alcohol dependent sister. They are unaware of the two years of agony my brother and I went through, fighting to raise neglect issues with social services and others. Denying the carers access to their home to see Mum so consequently Mum suffered indignities and worse.
Since she was admitted to the home, several months ago, my sister did not visit once. Yesterday, I cleared Mum’s room and took things back to the family home. Were it not for the fact that my father was there, I feel that I would totally have “lost it” with my sister. I feel sick that my father is talking to us as equals, wanting us to think about funeral arrangements together. I want to shout at him “she is not the same as me. She disgusts me”. I know that Dad is grieving. I want to shout at him though “ you have a son too who is grieving”. Whilst we were at the home on the day Mum died, I asked Dad if he would like me to phone my brother and tell him. I’m so glad he let me - I wanted to be the one who did- but nothing could have prepared me for his reaction. The raw emotion nearly broke me. At no point did Dad ask how it went or want to talk to him, Grief I guess.
I didn’t mean to write all that . The main reason I woke up and wanted to post this morning was because I’m heeling hemmed in with anger and more towards them, when all I really want to do is remember my wonderful Mum. I’m struggling to get beyond what she was like pre Alzheimer’s,
Since she was admitted to the home, several months ago, my sister did not visit once. Yesterday, I cleared Mum’s room and took things back to the family home. Were it not for the fact that my father was there, I feel that I would totally have “lost it” with my sister. I feel sick that my father is talking to us as equals, wanting us to think about funeral arrangements together. I want to shout at him “she is not the same as me. She disgusts me”. I know that Dad is grieving. I want to shout at him though “ you have a son too who is grieving”. Whilst we were at the home on the day Mum died, I asked Dad if he would like me to phone my brother and tell him. I’m so glad he let me - I wanted to be the one who did- but nothing could have prepared me for his reaction. The raw emotion nearly broke me. At no point did Dad ask how it went or want to talk to him, Grief I guess.
I didn’t mean to write all that . The main reason I woke up and wanted to post this morning was because I’m heeling hemmed in with anger and more towards them, when all I really want to do is remember my wonderful Mum. I’m struggling to get beyond what she was like pre Alzheimer’s,