It's now been 3 months since my mother passed, and today I'm a mess.
My story is a bit tangled, but isn't everyone's? When I was 16 (I'm now 46), my father had a stroke. I helped my mum care for him when needed, but kept up my college, and then work. 10 years ago he was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and he passed away 8 years ago.
My mother's health started deteriorating a number of years ago, and 3 years ago I became her full time live in carer. She passed in May this year, from vascular dementia, after falling and breaking her hip.
Both parents died peacefully in the same room in the house, with family around them which I'm eternally grateful for.
I'm the space of 3 months, I've lost my mum, my two cats, and my home. I've moved in with my fiancé, whom I love and adore, but this flat is in the same area as my old house, and I pass the old house whenever I come back from the town.
I know I can't move on until I physically move on... But with covid, nothing much is on the property market in this area. At this stage I feel like I'm going insane. It's groundhog day, every day. I'm going round in circles, treading water, and getting nowhere. 😟