Mom died Thursday July 20, 2006 and was buried yesterday on the 24th.
I am fine with it, as I mourned her the day she told me she had cancer way back on the 11th of July 2004 after we had gotten back from California. I remember that day as if it were yesterday, but at the same time yesterday, the day of the funeral, seems so far gone.
Things I will be grateful for:
Mom was able to be independant up until last week for the most part.
Mom will never be old and fragile
Mom's mind was still very much in tact
Friends and family pulled together to make her farewell fabulous.
I thought I would be all cried out, but there has been so little crying. Everyone tells me it hasn't sunk in yet. That I am in shock. I should be crying. My mom was the most important person to me. Even moreso than my husband, but I just don't feel that sad. There was no guilt in taking her off life support. No guilt in not saying I loved her enough. No guilt for even getting angry with her sometimes in these last two years. She knows how I feel about her. She knows.
1 comment:
She does, you're right. Don't worry about not feeling the way you think you 'should'. Grief is different for everyone.
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