A Dream Team
My mum died 10 weeks ago. For 28 years we were a team, raising my son together, I worked she was at home for him. Surrounded by love as he grew he is a good parent himself now.
Mum and I shopped, went to galleries and exhibitions, a holiday together 10 years ago was the best ever. We laughed at the same things, did quizzing together. We also fought, shouted at each other and on occasion stop speaking, but not for long, we shared living space so not practical. No matter how I was her love was unlimited and unconditional. Good advice and support was her role even if I didn't always appreciate it at the time.
For the last six years I have been her carer, watched her physical then mental capacities diminish but she was still mum. After a short bout of pneumonia she died and my world fell apart. This team built of love, respect and support has gone and I am totally lost. I cry every day and struggle to find a meaningful future for myself. All I can do is take a day at a time and try not to disappoint her memory by giving up on life. I will never fill the hole she has left, I hope there is a heaven, I pray that one day I may see her again. Amen.