I went to the funeral director's today to sit with Mum. I took a posy of pink roses, a rosary my friend's mum gave me when I was ill, a birthday card from her last birthday with birds on and a photo of Little P on her 80th birthday. I also took written messages from me and E, Mum's best friend.
I sat with Mum for 25 minutes. At first I cried but then I was very calm. I didn't talk, just sat quiet. I was just looking at the coffin, which was closed, trying to imagine Mum in there. It seemed a very small coffin.
Then I came out. Son was waiting for me, in the car. X