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June.27th of this year my Mom passed away. My husband and I were in the process of moving and I was unable to get to the Care Facility to say goodbye. I was blocked in by the 26 ft. moving truck we had rented. My husband said to take a taxi, but I knew in my heart I wouldn't make it there. I blame my husband for this. The angle the moving truck had to be in, he would not have been able to park it like that again.
My so called family didn't notify me that she had passed. My husband had to call. I walked into the bathroom and broke down. I lost it completely. I was so sick that night I couldn't stop vomiting.
I was unable to cope. I felt that it was unfair that I had to help with the moving. I couldn't clean the home up. It was a mess. We moved from one city to another.
I was told, "get over it." What a thing to say to someone that had just lost their Mom. I was so hurt! Then I began to cry in secret. I would go to the basement. I had no one and felt so alone. So I just sat there. Then I would put on a brave face and pretend like nothing was wrong.
The last time my Mom spoke to me was to tell me that she loved me. The last time I spoke to her I said I'll be back tomorrow Mom. I kissed her on her forehead. I could not tell her that I loved her as I was afraid she would see me crying. I regret it.