my mum died of cancer in December last year. Together with my dad, i was in the hospital with her for the last 10 days of her life. It was pretty intense and surreal, with my own family over 150 miles away.
although I am coping with daily working/family life, I still do not feel that I have accepted she hAs gone. The final period was so stressful and unreal, once things got back to normal at home, that time seemed to belong to another time. I have to remember, many times a day, that I cannot tell her what I was thinking, cannot share a photo or the latest achievement of one of my sons.
i'm not sure why I'm posting here really as I think I know it is just going to be a matter of time. But wondered if anyone had felt the same and come out the other side.
