Yesterday, my amazing brave mum passed away from a 3 week battle with pneumonia. Mum went peacefully at home.
Last night me, my wife and kids all stayed over at my parents home with my dad. My mum will love this - her whole world evolved around her little family. The home is a wash with family pictures and the happiest of memories.
My 9 year old son (Archie) is really upset - he was extremely close to his nana. Our 3 yr old son, Isaac, clearly doesn’t understand. He asked “where’s nana” and “when nana gets better will she come home”. It’s so heartbreaking.
I slept ok. I tried my best to control my thoughts. Some times they ran away with me without me even knowing, but once I realised, I tried to reel it in and clear my mind whilst I tried to sleep. It’s hard but I’ll keep trying.
This morning I felt today was going to be like climbing Everest - a huge challenge. A challenge I didn’t want to face. But then I started to think about mum and what she’d want me to do today.
First and foremost, make sure my dad is ok.
12.30pm, watch my favourite football team.
Afterwards go and visit my mother in law on her birthday, who has been amazing over the last 3 weeks and I know my mum will greatly appreciate the support received and would want us to be there for her today. Mum and Linda were really close.
And then this evening, more family time with a takeaway.
Today I think will be full of thoughts about my mum, tears, hugs and smiles. There will be times today that I expect us feel utterly horrendous, but we will help each other get through our first full day without the ‘button that holds our family together’ - my amazing mum.