My mum died last Wednesday, after only knowing about her cancer for a week. She was only 50 and I'm 32. She leaves behind 2 grandchildren who loved her so so much. Honestly, if they wernt here I'd of taken my own life and the guilt of that is also upsetting.
my mum was my best friend, my right arm, I turned to her for everything. Not having her here is unbearable. I know it's early days but I've now to the point where I only cry at night times or when something reminds me of her il kind of strain for tears but they don't come. I hope she's not thinking I don't care.
im angry because why is my mum not here at 50 years old?! My kids should of had their grandma for at least another 20-30 years. It eats me alive. The guilt of not listening to her when she told me she didn't feel well, always telling her she's paranoid. "Just ring the doctors"....what use they are....NONE! I'd do anything to have her back. We were meant to go to the cinema and out for dinner this week....instead I'm planning her funeral. Life is so unfair. The guilt is unreal, the pain is unreal. I love my mum so much
