Today, (September 30) is a year since my beautiful Mum suffered a stroke and left the house by ambulance never to return. Never did I imagine when she left she wouldn't have came back. I thought there would be a lot of recovery time, but I would have never predicted that. It still feels like yesterday and I keep thinking about those moments sitting with her for countless hours in the hospital for 6 days until she passed. I hate to think of her like that and I know she would hate to be remembered like that. I still think of that late night sitting talking to her and her suffering a fit.
Over the past year I've really learnt who are true friends and family after knowing them for years. I don't expect the world to stop for anyone, but most people, who have known me for years -
I must stress nobody on here, everyone has been and still is amazing, especially @S.J. and @-Blue- , you have helped me in so many ways (I will never know, how you put up with me!) - after a few weeks dismissed my grief and basically said: 'It's a way of life, it's worse when it's when your husband or wife.' or 'You're lucky you had a Mum, many don't or have passed younger.' I know I was extremely lucky to have her, but it doesn't make it any easier, and what gives anyone the right to dismiss someone else's grief as not being just as important? Whether it's a pet, child, spouse, sibling, friend, parent, all grief matters and every loss is just as important as another. If someone is better at coping with grief than someone else, I wouldn't think 'Oh well, they couldn't have been bothered by their loss.' Of course not, as everyone copes differently. I still tell her I love her everyday and kiss her photo.
I know it probably sounds crazy, but I still send text messages to her on special occasions and sometimes talk about her in present tense, only to my Dad and some members on here, as he feels the same that she is still here. Most others think I am mad, 'Oh she's gone and that's that.' I can't help it, I'm still heartbroken and if I'm honest, it isn't any easier. It's just trying to live life in a different way.
I still think her own brother feels guilty as he had an argument with her on Christmas Day 2019, and then on her birthday 2020. He had fallen out with her before and he always phoned/texted to apologise as he does know he can over react and he knew how much it stressed he out. He never even phoned or texted after that argument and my Mum had, had enough and basically said even though she was upset, that she couldn't put herself through anymore stress with him. It wasn't even anything to do with her, it was my own brother told her to tell her brother not to text or email things on certain subjects. Not even during Covid, did he ask once if she was ok, knowing that she had a weakened immune system.
I would definitely say I'm in a better place than last year, but nothing feels quite the same, even as much as I love Blossie, how much she makes me smile and helps me each day, there still feels like a part of my heart has been ripped out and will never be repaired. I know it will happen one day, but I am dreading the day anything happens to my Dad, as he is the only family member I have left that I truly care about and can talk to about anything. Maybe this is selfish, but I keep thinking of all the cruel people in the world who have done terrible things and they continue to live, but my Mum who never harmed a fly had to be taken so suddenly. I keep asking myself, did I miss any signs days before? If the ambulance had arrived quicker? Everyday there are still tears in my eyes and special occasions are even more difficult. This is her favourite time of year with Strictly Come Dancing starting in the UK and it would always be Christmas talk and looking at the gifts online. I could go on and on, I probably write more here in the coming days. I hope Blossom is in a cuddling mood today, as I don't think anything will distract me today. Going to play some ACNH later and see Kidd, as she loved ACNH and Kidd was her favourite.