The second worst day of my life
The first worst day of my life was on 26 March this year when I called round to see if my mum wanted any shopping and I found her dead in her chair. She just looked as though she was asleep. I had to ring the emergency services who had to break in, then wait for the undertaker to take her away. She had been fine the previous day although had said she had a little bit of indigestion. Since then I have cried every day.
The second worst day of my life was last Friday 24 May when my daughter and I travelled up to Liverpool to place her ashes with my fathers. My brother was no support at all as he said it was too upsetting for him to make the journey, although he finds it ok to come round to her bungalow to sort things out ie. probate and then the proposed sale. The priest said some nice things and some elderly relatives turned up but I felt the loss of my brothers support tremendously.
Since then I am so depressed, I miss mum, I saw her every day and she was my best friend, I often wonder how I can go on without her, although I realise I have no choice. I worry about my daughter who has been a tower of strength but is not letting out her emotions.
I Have my faith and hope one day I will see my mum again but my heart is broken and I am trying to be strong. My daughter keeps saying mum is in a better place, that may be so but I want her back. I may try counselling but can anyone help ie does this pain get better and does it really help to join groups.