It has been a year to the day that my mother passed after a brief (but painful) struggle with terminal cancer.
The time leading up to her death is now a blur, all I can remember is the smell of hospitals, the cessation of her treatment and confirming orders of not to resuscitate.
The past year has been a struggle but has gone so quickly. After neglecting my own mental well being I have not been at my best but I am on the mend with a new set of antidepressants and a much more positive outlook.
Losing both parents in just over ten years has been an exhausting experience but strangely I do not feel lonely as I have memories of both of them that I carry with me every day (both good and bad, positive and negative).
All I can do is now look to the future and try to enjoy the journey a little more as we all know what the ultimate destination is...
The time leading up to her death is now a blur, all I can remember is the smell of hospitals, the cessation of her treatment and confirming orders of not to resuscitate.
The past year has been a struggle but has gone so quickly. After neglecting my own mental well being I have not been at my best but I am on the mend with a new set of antidepressants and a much more positive outlook.
Losing both parents in just over ten years has been an exhausting experience but strangely I do not feel lonely as I have memories of both of them that I carry with me every day (both good and bad, positive and negative).
All I can do is now look to the future and try to enjoy the journey a little more as we all know what the ultimate destination is...
