I lost my mum almost 3 weeks ago to cervical cancer. I never knew how long we had with her as she didn't want to know. I feel an ache and cannot understand how I can never speak to her. She has young grandchildren and I cannot contenplate not talking to her and asking her for advice. I regret I was always on the run taking kids here there and everywhere. If I had known how long I had I would have spent every spare minute with her. I'm so jealous of old people- my mum was only 69 and I don't know how to get my thoughts round this. I feel totally cheated. Does it get any better?
