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Mine had a decent run but by the time she went, she was riddled with various health problems and bed ridden. I try to remember the better days when she was more active.
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Take note of all the excellent posts on here and you'll get through I'm sure..it's the Natural way of Life and I'd be more concerned if you couldn't cry...Let it out and in time it will get better as you move along the Grief Curve and eventually get to the acceptance phase..Best Wishes to you all
I'm going to try to make more of an effort.
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Er... I'd be grateful for your opinion on this via PM if you don't mind. I don't wish to be an 'annoying sod' and I'm genuinely curious what it is about my persona on here that winds you up. I won't take offence - seriously! I'm just curious !
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It wasn't easy seeing mum like that - eyes closed, tubes in her mouth, pale and clammy, but at least I got the opportunity to tell her that I will always love her and if... however remote the chance... she could still hear me, I'm glad that she heard me tell her that as her life faded away. If you don't grit your teeth and do it, you could regret it forever.
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It's not about the end.
It's about what happens in between. That's the fun bit.
Luckily, your mum didn't take your advice.
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For those of you whose mums are still alive, stop and think... she may be a pain in the arse from time to time, but there will come a time when you will trade all of those moments you rolled your eyes and thought "oh, ffs, not now mum" for a single chance to hold her in your arms and tell her how much you love her. I did it... I rolled my eyes.. I moaned at whatever it was that she wanted me to do when it was inconvenient to me etc, but if I could rewind the clock I'd shower her with the love she's shown me all my life... from when I was a baby, all the times I cried and she comforted me, all the times I had trouble in school and she helped me, all of the memories I have of all the lovely, unselfish things she did for me for decades. The clothes she bought me and altered if they didn't fit, walking me to school, playing with me when I was little. Pure, unconditional love.
If your mum is still alive, put aside your selfish existence and take a fraction of the time she's dedicated to you, to make her feel loved and special. It's important. You never, ever know when it will be too late. If for no other reason than this post, go and see your mum and give her a hug and tell her you love her. It would be a great tribute to my mum, Elizabeth, if her passing, and my drunken ramblings, resulted in a handful of mums feeling loved for a moment.
I;m sorry I;m such a twat on here sometimes. I do love you all though.
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On a lighter note, I'm sitting in the garden with a bottle of brandy and I'm wrapped in an emergency foil blanket looking like a giant, pissed, turkey.
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