My Mum Died.

 I'm 39 years old, My mum is.... was 58. 

She died suddenly like 10am she was okay 12.18 she was gone. just like that. and they tried to resus her an hour of it. 
12th August 2024. 

- my sister calls, i tell her I'll be there in a minute and hang up on her

- I call my husband screaming at him.

- within 8 days packed up her life in another state, That you now think you hate because your mum died there.

- Travelling with her ashes over 3000kms in your carry on. There is no Anxiety like  having possession of ashes, and hoping no one checks your bag, because you'd have to explain. It's over weight coz your dead mother is in there.

- Hearing all these stories HOW great she was by people who knew her a year, and knowing that was all true for them and YOU and your kids were an afterthought so often chosen last by her.

Your mum dying is a fucking trip, you guys. Time feels like it's simultaneously one never ending day and  the longest 2 weeks of you life.  and It's only been 2 weeks on Monday. Two mondays ago i had a mum still crazy.