When I was 8 years old my mum died when she had a hysterectomy that went wrong. She bleed internally and died . On the day that she died as soon as we returned from the hospital I went to school I wanted to forget about it, I wanted to make it all go away. And thats what happened for 1 year but when I had to move school the following year it hit me that she was really gone. She wasnt there to support me when I had no friends or when i got confused over something stupid. 6 years on and it has not gotten easier but i have learned to deal with the fact that shes gone and that we had our good times and bad. I have also learnt that there is no point in thinking what if , if things hadnt happened the way they did then maybe she wouldnt of stayed with me and my brother as long as she did maybe she would of died some other way. I still get upset but nothing will bring her back and I just have to accept that some how .
