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What I Learned At My Mother’s Funeral
And what it taught me
My mother died on 18th December 2024, at the age of 68, from complications from bowel cancer. I wrote about how it made me feel and how numb I still am, but there was something else I forgot to mention.
The past three months have been a blur of sadness, admin and text messages. As an only child, I have had to deal with literally everything to do with my mother following her death. Luckily, I had my family and friends around me, supporting me and taking me where I needed to go, helped out with legal stuff, telling me who I could get in touch with, etc…
And so in the midst of all of this, I talked to my mother’s best friend about something that only hit me a few weeks ago.
Funeral
My mother’s funeral was packed. Everybody was there. Everybody from our family, all of her friends and business associates were there. We’re from a small town, the kind where everybody knows each other, so even a few of her neighbours and acquaintances came too. She never would have believed it.
For years, she kept saying nobody loved her. Her trauma about my grandmother, who sadly also passed away, in February, never really left her. Because they didn’t have the best relationship, she thought she wasn’t worthy of love. And when her best…
