Today is Mum's birthday, the first I have spent without her in 47 years. I just feel like its all so unreal still, I really believe I have tricked myself somehow into thinking she hasn't really gone even though I was with her until the end. I wonder if its a self preservation thing, to protect me from going crazy in grief. I thought I would be laying on the floor inconsolable but I haven't. Mum was my world, my everything, we lived together, my whole daily routine was with her and our lives were together for nearly 20 years of working/living together so it is not because we were not close. I cried desperately when she was diagnosed with incurable cancer and then when she got covid, I couldnt sleep or eat properly for weeks and the last week when she was in hospital and 3 times we were told to expect her to die I was completely devastated, I think all my emotions during that last week actually drained me completely. When your willing with every fibre of your heart and mind for the person you love more than anything to pull through it does something to you. I think I am half numb now. I have sat and cried today, I miss her so much and I am beyond sad but then I pull myself together and carry on the day, I expected to be having a full breakdown by now and I am surprised that as of yet it hasn't happened - of course there is plenty of time for it to happen. Has anyone else been like this? Is it a delayed reaction and then in the coming weeks/months it will hit me like a ton of bricks? or is it likely I grieved so much before she died and during her last week of suffering that we almost go through the worse then and now we protect ourselves by almost believing it to be not reality, that she will be back one day?
I can panicked at the thoughts of not talking to her again, I have to rein that panic in or I think I would go insane. I have so much I want to tell her. I feel that I am containing everything in its entire form in a box, unable to lift the lid on all my emotions for fear what it will do.
Jane