My mum died when I was 18 months old, and I guess it's not surprising but I have no memory of her. I've been going to counselling which has helped. But the hardest thing for me to deal with is that I have no memories of my mum. Whenever I read about grief, it talks about remembering the person as they were, remember the good times you had together. But I don't have that. Everything I know about my mum is pieced together from what family has told me. But it's their memories. I wish I had some of my own. I know people who have lost loved ones, including their mum but it's not the same because they remember them. I know I shouldn't but I sometimes feel jealous that they at least had some time to get to know their mum, but I didn't. Does that make me a bad person?
