The world keeps on turning. We become preoccupied with other things. Babies are born, more relatives and friends die, politicians come and go. We keep living.
I wish I could adequately articulate what it's like to miss Mum. She's just not here. I envy those who can take care of their elderly mums.
I feel like I failed her because I couldn't save her. I want to blame the opportunistic doctors who kept giving her misdiagnoses so they could get paid and move on to the next one.
But I shouldn't. Mum wouldn't want that. She used to say, the time for tears has passed. Now you do whatever you can to make things better.
I miss my Mum. 😔