On Friday 17 February at 4:30 in the afternoon, I watched my Ma take her last breaths. I felt relief that she was no longer in pain. I was lucky enough to be able to say my goodbyes and to say ‘I love you’ before she slipped away from me.
I’m focusing on the fact she is no longer suffering. I’ve been saying goodbye to pieces of Ma for the last couple of year’s as bit by bit dementia and other illnesses took their toil. My life has revolved around her care and now it doesn’t. I’m a bit lost as I shake off the haze of surrealism that clouds your senses when you lose somebody close to you. I’m in no hurry.
I will write more later. At the moment it’s raw yet new.
aged carer experience 