It's been 8 weeks since Mum passed away, and this morning I awoke around 2am. The rough time she fell asleep. That has to mean something right?
Or maybe it's just playing on my sub-conscious.
Either way each day is still as debilitating as the early days.
I obsess over her final days, final hours. Should I have said more, done more. Despite the fact I was by her side every day, for most of the day, in her final two months.
I obsess over how Mum must have felt. The pain of watching us, knowing she will leave us all behind. How does someone cope with that sort of pain? I knew I was losing one person, but Mum was losing all of us.
To anyone going through this, just keep swimming.
