[Misc] Who miss their Mum ?

[kevo]

She left 5 years ago now miss her every single day

Same for me. Three and a half years ago but still think about her every day. She followed the Albion, but mainly because she knew how much it meant to me. I was lucky enough to get a ticket for the post-lockdown win v Man City, not long before she died. Although she was already ill, she rang me as I was leaving the stadium to tell me she'd listened to the whole match on the radio and how brilliant it was. Even now, if we have a 'special' win, I half expect her to text or call. It's always a bitter sweet moment.

 

[Rambo]

Very sad reading through these posts. Totally resonate with all the stories. Life is hard as you get older and lose your loved ones especially the 2 people who look after you the most.

I lost my Mum 4 years ago yesterday, which was 20 days after losing my Dad. During Covid It wasn’t possible to give them the send off they truly deserved.

I miss them every day and was thinking of mum a lot yesterday. Since they have been gone I have found very little joy in life.

Hang in there Gareth, you know where I live if you ever fancy a chat.

 

[Seagull's Return]

Lost my mum May 22, I miss her more than I thought I ever would, although in her last couple of years she had become quite awkward , she was very well traveled all over this planet as she was a keen rock climber even into her late 50s and very knowledgeable, I doubt a week goes past when I don’t have a dream about her.

I’m sorry about your mum, Loz, condolences. Dreams, god yes, weird isn’t it? When Ma died she appeared in my dreams every single night for over 3 months - sometimes just a face in a crowd scene (she’d’ve hated that), but always there; in fact when it stopped I almost missed it. Age and other stuff doesn’t make losing a parent easy, does it? But, as has been said, it’s a natural thing and we have psychological mechanisms for dulling (though not erasing) the grief over time, thankfully. For what it’s worth, I took Ma’s disappearance from my dreams as a sign that the grieving process was progressing as it should, and that turned out to be about right.

 

[Harry Wilson's tackle]

Mum and dad died suddenly at 62 and 73.
We were not emotionally connected as undiagnosed autism runs through the family.
That, and no belief in afterlife, and constant life challenges mean I have never had a chance to think about grieving.
I may at some point.
But more likely I will simply salute them both.
As I do anyway, from time to time.
RIP, you strange out-of-time oddballs.

 

[Morvangull]

My sympathies to everyone who has lost family members. By far the most traumatic loss for me, and still produces tears, was October 2023 when my Daughter died suddenly aged just 43 leaving 2 boys and a handicapped girl. My wife died the year previously but she had been unwell for some time, so in some ways was easier to overcome although I miss her every day but have lovely memories of our years together

 

[lawros left foot]

Dad has been gone 12 years now, I still think of him nearly every day.
Mum is frail, 93 years old, she has good days and bad days. She’s has mobility problems, but, still lives independently with my Uncle, also 93, and an undiagnosed autistic. I see her most days, I take them in a dinner every day as she can’t get organised enough to cook for them both on a daily basis.
She loves her sport on TV, watches everything apart from cricket and golf, but she especially loves football. She finally made it to the Amex for the Athens game last season and spent an absolute fortune in the club shop, PBOBE must have been made up.
She knows she hasn’t got long left, she has given all her grandchildren a large cheque each,as she wants them to tell her their plans for the money.

When I went in the other day to see her, I asked her how she was, and she replied that she wasn’t feeling well, I asked what was wrong and she just said “I’m dying “

I found it really upsetting., but, when I asked her if she ever thought when she was younger she would live to 93, she says not in a million years.

I honestly think she secretly wants to go soon now, it will break my heart when she does.

 

[Hotchilidog]

My mum died in 2012 absolutely out of the blue. Nothing can prepare you for it. It would have been her birthday last week. Not a day goes by when I do not think of her, she is with me still.

 

[Brovion]

My sympathies to everyone who has lost family members. By far the most traumatic loss for me, and still produces tears, was October 2023 when my Daughter died suddenly aged just 43 leaving 2 boys and a handicapped girl. My wife died the year previously but she had been unwell for some time, so in some ways was easier to overcome although I miss her every day but have lovely memories of our years together

I am so, so sorry. Although, as these testimonies show, it is nearly always extremely, unbearably sad to lose a parent, there is the knowledge that, well we've all got to die and parents going first is the way life should work. To lose a child ..... well I cannot think of anything worse.

 

[PILTDOWN MAN]

Tonight at 5:30ish three years ago my children lost their mum my wife, who died in my arms from a heart attack, though I tried CPR.

 

[Uncle Spielberg]

Live fck me the cure are something else, what a band

 

[Super Sub]

Mine have gone now and I miss them both terribly.
Felt a lot of guilt when Mum went as I was abroad on holiday at the time. She went in a horrible way and I still wonder if I could have helped her should I have been around.
Heres to everyone’s Mums and Dads

 

[DanR]

39 years ago my beautiful mum passed. Taken two days before my first teenage birthday.
Miss her everyday. X

 

[raymondo]

me, I coped with my dad's passing pretty well but since my mum passed in September 23 it's just felt like I'm treading wate

That was the hardest for me... losing the second parent.
After my mum died my dad was lost and needed a lot of support, which I was very happy to give. I was busy, very busy,and dad still lived in the family home.
After dad died,and family home sold, then I was lost for a long while.... felt adrift.

Take care of yourself, it will get better, hold on to the good memories.

 

[Algernon]

I was adopted at 6 months old.
My mum (I consider her absolutely my real mum) passed away from breast cancer on 15th Sept 1987 when I was 21.
A wonderful mum, she would, without fail start chatting with me as soon as I came in from work whilst I was sitting down to eat the food she'd lovingly cooked for me. I always used to ask her to let me read the newspaper in peace whilst I ate.
It was years after her death I realised that her days were very lonely and my dad was such an arse that I was the only conversation she'd have most days.
And I used to ask her to stop talking.
I'm sorry Mum.
I'd do anything to have you talk to me now.

After she passed away I decided to find my birth mother. I was given her address and drove to her home in Abbeywood, knocked on her door and introduced myself and she was elated I'd sought her out.
Unfortunately she was a fervent and rabid Jehovah's Witness and couldn't help but try to convince me to sign up, sending church members to my home to try and convert me. Which didn't work.

So I've lost two mums (sort of) but really only miss one.

 

[Vicar!]

I do miss my dad and the fun he would have had with digital photography, he loved his camera and would spend hours in a home constructed dark room developing his work. He left us with an incredible collection of photos of Afghanistan and Pakistan from his army days in the 30's.

He introduced me to football, not that he was that keen and had no idea what he had started.

He also used to take me on ridiculous camping trips across Europe in the late 60's, on one occasion following the legendary hippy buses which were en route to India, (we got as far as Turkey) pitching up at the same camping sites in the evening. (How to warp a young child's mind.) As beer was cheaper than cola I was swigging bottles aged 11.

My Mum, far less so, though we had a few sweet conversations towards the end.

Probably never forgave both for banning me from rock concerts until I was 16 years old though.

Great thread!

 

[Blue3]

Loosing your Mother for most is a truly terrible moment in life

 

[BrightonCottager]

My dad died on this day 25 years ago. I think about him every day. He still inspires me and left me many qualities, including being a Fulham fan.

My 91yo mum is in the RSCH at the moment. She can't remember or recognise him (or anyone else, apart from me usually) and has been talking about wanting to 'pop off' ever since he died. After 5 days of hell in A&E she's now in a lovely ward on the 8th floor of the new building with views better than the i360 (!) but she is trapped in her own living private hell of dementia. It would be a blessed relief for her to be with him.

I went surfing this afternoon and dedicated my waves to them. I screamed underwater.

 

[herecomesaregular]

What a moving thread, thanks to US for suddenly starting it. It shows what a great place again NSC can be. I really appreciate reading people's views from all perspectives including those not close to their mum's through no fault of their own. I'm lucky my parents are both alive and in their 80s, admittedly driving me bananas seeing them a lot. Spent 11 hours with mum in a&e Eastbourne Monday. She's back out and we're meeting for lunch tomorrow. I owe them a lot but still often forget this and get too irate too quickly by their funny, grouchy, out of touch ways. This thread has been a good reminder to appreciate them more while I still have them, I shouldn't need a reminder of course but I have my faults too. Thanks again to all for posting.

 

[dannyboy]

What a moving thread, thanks to US for suddenly starting it. It shows what a great place again NSC can be. I really appreciate reading people's views from all perspectives including those not close to their mum's through no fault of their own. I'm lucky my parents are both alive and in their 80s, admittedly driving me bananas seeing them a lot. Spent 11 hours with mum in a&e Eastbourne Monday. She's back out and we're meeting for lunch tomorrow. I owe them a lot but still often forget this and get too irate too quickly by their funny, grouchy, out of touch ways. This thread has been a good reminder to appreciate them more while I still have them, I shouldn't need a reminder of course but I have my faults too. Thanks again to all for posting.

Excellent point which i was going to make . I'm currently sat here on a 6 hour drive from the Bay of islands to Tauranga (finally convinced the wife to take over) . Sat in the back is my 77 year old mum who flew over from Sussex to spend xmas with us . She can drive me mad sometimes with her views and how she is when she's pissed which is often! Reading threads like this makes you realise our time together is finite and what I'll miss terribly is how loving generous and what a character she is . I'm not stranger to grief having lost my first wife 5 years ago very suddenly to a stroke aged only 51. We weren't really getting on but I regret not being able to tell her things . I had to whisper them in her ear while she was on a ventilator.

Guess the moral of this thread is make the time count and celebrate every day you have with loved ones

 

[ozzygull]

My mum past away over two years ago now and there is not a day goes by when I don't think about her. She was my hero.

I would go and visit her when Brighton were playing, as I was leaving to go to the match she would always say "Make them win" which used to make me laugh.

I used to stay over and do any jobs she needed me to do and I would take her out for breakfast on a Sunday morning. She liked going to the Cafe in Roedean.