I lost my dear Mum last May - although she was 90 she was very fit and healthy but sadly died within days after infections set in after a fall. With all the planning of her funeral/thanksgiving for her life and clearing the house, I didn't really have time to grieve and it's only just hit me since Christmas. Not good thoughts but I keep thinking back to her last few days, if she suffered, what she must have been thinking when an uncaring doctor leaned over her and told her she wasn't going to make it and that she would die soon (just shocking - this picture has never left me) I try not to think of her lying there helpless on a hospital trolley whilst being told this (we interrupted them as my brother and I walked in) and then to be told by the same doctor and nurses when we complained about it "it's the patient's rights to be told" - it filled me with horror and I still have to force those cruel words out of my mind.
I try and think of the happy times but grief is strange - it hits you with little reminders when you least expect it.
My thoughts are with you 237, I'm sure you were a kind, loving daughter to your Mum as I hope I was to mine.