Mum passed away almost 2 weeks ago.
It doesn't seem real, at all.
It feels like I'm away on holiday or something, and I'll eventually be able to talk to her.
We scattered her ashes at her favourite place, Taupo, today.
It just doesn't seem real at all. I'm doing these things and she's not here. I know intellectually that's it, her run is over, I no longer get to see or hang out with her. But it feels like if I wanted, or if I just waited, I could talk with her.
Death is so final.
I want to ask my mum about how to look after my nan. My relationship with my mum was very open, we talked about her death and funeral and that made things quite easy as far as that goes. I knew what mum wanted and that was all I cared about. Fuck the rest. With nan, who is in her 80s, it's a different story.
I just don't know. I miss her, so much.
