Good morning Wuu.
The realisation that our mums have passed away is so hard because as you say, it can happen anytime. Yesterday was 10 weeks since mam passed away. I often see things or do things and think I know i will tell mam about that. Then I think I can’t can I?
Mam, like your mum, was a magnet for other people. They were always drawn to her. I cannot remember or count the number of times that we met or chatted to strangers as a result of mam smiling at them or just having a word with them. It was magical.
I am also fed up of people going on about saying I should be moving forward. The main culprit believe or not, is my uncle. He is mam’s brother but he is nothing like my beautiful mam. For one thing, he only came once a year to visit her. He does live in North Yorkshire but he has been down here in South Yorkshire visiting other people, but did not call to see mam.
Him and his wife all their lives have had such a busy social life. Always out somewhere. They live in a small market town and they are out every day. Lots of friends.
He keeps sending me details of what they are doing, who with and where they have been. Then he adds that I need to do this and tells me that I won’t move forward if I don’t.
He knows it is only 10 weeks. He knows we were together 60 years. He isn’t being very supportive at all. His lists make me feel worse. Me and mam’s world was very small. Most days we did not see anyone. We just had each other. I have got you and you have got me mam, is what I used to say to her.
I start six sessions over the phone tomorrow with a trained volunteer from Marie Curie. They offer six sessions of 45 minutes over six weeks. After this you cannot have anymore, but you can still ring the general volunteers at Marie Curie.
I had a day trip on a coach to Scarborough yesterday. A pilgrimage of sorts. Me and mam used to stay in the same hotel there for 5 day periods at least six times a year for the last four years. We had wonderful times together there. So many happy memories. The first three years walking steadily with me holding mam’s arm and the last year with me pushing mam in her wheelchair God bless her.
I went everywhere we always went. I had the small keyring I had made of mam, in my hand showing her where we were. It was sad, but good to be back.
Mam was very photogenic. A beautiful smile. Mam would never call herself that. It is me saying it, but she was. When we were there I always took lots of photos of her. However, I did cry to myself a few times, but what made me even sadder is that I took six pictures without my beautiful mam smiling in them.
Sorry I haven’t messaged for about three days. Sending you all my best wishes. Stephen.