Saying farewell

It was my mum’s funeral today. It’s been a real mix of emotions over the last couple of days. Picking up flowers, looking for clothes, wondering how the day would go and if I’d be strong.

I’ve been overwhelmed with the support, especially on Twitter. This has always been my favourite Social Media platform and I’ve had so many wonderful messages from so many people, I feel blessed.

The smell of lillies seem to be surrounding me even though there are none in the house. It’s been strange watching life go on around me when I’m stuck in this bubble of grief.

Funerals happen very quickly here in Ireland. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing because you don’t really have time to come to terms with things but on the other hand it’s not hanging over you for weeks.

At the moment I feel very tired and kind of like I’ve been hit by a lorry. Whenever I try to sleep a memory pops into my head or I see my mum laid out. It’s early days I know and I’m sure I’ll settle soon.

I just hope mum is at peace and reunited with my dad again.

I’d like to say thank you to everyone who took the time to send messages and those who came to the funeral. I really appreciate it.

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  1. That description ‘hit like a lorry’ says it all. Take time now to relax and let the memories and thoughts in, and let them float away again. Great that so many people have sent you their messages of support. You are truly admired and respected. X

  2. I’m so sorry for your loss and sending my deepest condolences. I lost my mother very unexpectedly 7 years ago next week on the 19th. I still feel the “hit like a lorry” feeling. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think of her and miss her.

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