the bed I COULDN'T BEAR to sleep in (I slept on the sofa until I left Oxford).
the smell of her clothes in the wardrobe, the smell of HER, still fresh.
the books she never got around to reading.
the music she'll never get to hear again.
and i still can't get past any of this.
but this is not the same thing as losing your mum.
so really i should shut up.
― Marcello Carlin (nostudium), Wednesday, 11 May 2005 10:22 (eighteen years ago) link
That might not fade much - even years afterwards I was getting that about Dad, like the first time I saw Highbury (he was an Arsenal fan, but only on the telly), or when I started to learn more about Dublin, and stitched together bits that featured in car journeys into the city from when I was little.
Like Gareth, I stopped interpreting this as pain.
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Wednesday, 11 May 2005 10:23 (eighteen years ago) link
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Wednesday, 11 May 2005 11:09 (eighteen years ago) link
― scott seward (scott seward), Wednesday, 11 May 2005 11:12 (eighteen years ago) link
― Madchen (Madchen), Wednesday, 11 May 2005 12:50 (eighteen years ago) link
I know two other people who've lost their mums very recently - one after a long illness and the other due to a sudden worsening of a condition diagnosed over 20 years ago and thought to be under control. It's hard to know what to say, hard to rein in one's own selfish thoughts about the inevitable day when...
― Michael Jones (MichaelJ), Wednesday, 11 May 2005 13:00 (eighteen years ago) link
― robster (robster), Wednesday, 11 May 2005 13:01 (eighteen years ago) link