The past few days have felt very odd. I haven't cried much, but I cried for almost a week solid while she was fading away in the hospital... Right now I think I feel mostly calm and a little sad. I must admit to feeling some relief that everything is over. That she's not suffering or scared or in pain. I also feel some personal relief, because for the past nine months I've been so scared that I wasn't doing things right, or enough. I didn't sleep because I was either up with her trying to help, or listening for her so make sure she didn't fall in the night. I feel a little guilty for the relief I feel, but I also recognize that it's natural to feel it and that it doesn't mean I'm glad she's gone.
The hardest part right now is that everyone wants to talk to me. I appreciate their love and concern so very much, but constantly talking about my mum's final days is hard. Everyone wants details, and they don't seem to realize that talking about it over and over is painful. The conversations require a level of energy and concentration I don't seem to have. Yesterday I actually stopped answering the phone. I will have to call people back, but I just couldn't do it anymore.
We're in the process of making all the necessary calls and arrangements, and that's not easy, either. I think after things are done, after the memorial in Florida, things will change again for me. As my mother's death fades into the background for other people, I think it may become front and center for me. I'm so grateful for DH and my best friends (who were there each and every night at the hospital). I may not be okay now, or even for a while, but I think one day I will be. I have to be, I promised my mummy.