my mother died when she was on a few days away with her friend. In some ways I get comfort from the fact that she didn't suffer but I/we didn't get a chance to say goodbye.
Happy for Mum but sad for me/us. Does that make sense?
I'm the only boy but at 52 years of age surely I can deal with this. I haven't yet come to terms with it. I can't talk to my sisters and believe I was special to my Mum- not true.
How do I remember her without feeling bitter on her sudden passing? Am I selfish or just weak? I'm married with a wonderful family but there's something missing in my life....