10 Years Later

I was born into what you might call an average upper-working class family. The four of us (my parents, my brother and I) spent family holidays in France, we ate meals together, we made visits to country houses and seaside towns, we read stories together. We were happy.

Then, our perfect little world was turned upside down. My mother was diagnosed with cancer. No more family holidays in France. No more meals together. Visits to country houses and seaside towns were swapped for visits to hospital waiting rooms. No more happy stories, just a sad one. My Mum died in 2006. I was 8 years old.

I can still remember the moment my father told me ‘Mummy is gone’. I did not understand at first, thinking that she had gone to hospital again. Then I saw my father crying, that’s when I understood. He told me ‘she is not coming back’ and I thought of the time I had missed the ice cream van by just a minute so I had shouted for it to come back, it didn’t, so I cried and announced how unfair it was. I screamed at the sky to give my mother back. It didn’t. So I cried, I cried for a very long time. I didn’t announce that it was unfair, I didn’t have to.

In the weeks following my mother’s death, I received a lot of hugs from a lot of different people, sometimes to ease my pain and sometimes to ease their own. Lots of people asked me how I was doing and I said ‘okay’ because it is much more acceptable than saying ‘I am very very sad’. Lots of people said that they were sorry. Lots of people sent sympathy cards and presents. Others shared their memories, whilst others kept their distance. Some we have not heard from since.

Lots of people also said that everything would go back to normal. Everything did not go back to normal. Everything had changed. My father fell into a deep depression. In some ways, it felt as though I had lost not just my mum, but my dad too.

Instead of walking to school hand in hand with my mother, me and my brother walked to school and back under the watchful eye of a child minder*. Upon arriving home, we’d sort dinner out for ourselves as my dad** would not arrive back from work until hours later. On the outside, I was a normal little girl. On the inside, I had become so much older than my years; my childhood had died when my mother did.

This new maturity and awareness of my own mortality caused me to become reserved and insecure. Without a female figure to guide me (my dad has not remarried, and most of my family live far away) navigating my way through adolescence was tricky. Slaloming clumsily through puberty, marvelling at the cruelty and idiocy of young teenage boys. That being said, I’ve made it through.

Although my past was not ideal, the experiences have shaped me into the person that I am today. I am fiercely independent, and my optimism pushes me forward. When I have stumbled, I have learnt to pick myself up, dust myself off, and put myself back onto the tightrope that is life. For now I am a beginner, but with every step I am healing.

To know that she is gone and cannot ever come back is painful. My God is it painful. There are times when all I want to do is run to her, to have her hold me as if I were a child again, to share in my joy, or to piece together a broken heart in the way only a mother can.

This post is for anyone else out there who was told ‘it can’t be that bad’, whose pain was never validated. For those who never heard the words ‘it will all be okay, you’ll see’ and were instead left to wonder if it ever gets any better. For the motherless daughters and fatherless sons who told another that their parent is dead, only to find themselves automatically entered into some sort of perverse competition: ‘well I’ve lost a grandparent, a dog and a great uncle’*** as if grief is measured (if it can even be measured at all) not by the depth of love that you have lost, but instead by a tally, a list of names. And finally to those who were not believed for they smile a smile bright enough to encompass the happiness of both themselves and the person/people they have lost, who fool everyone into believing that they are stronger than a heavyweight champion with their ability to carry on.

I realise that this is different to anything I’ve written on here before in that it’s incredibly personal and slightly dark. I’m hoping that anyone else who has lost someone close to them, parent or otherwise, finds some comfort in this or can at least relate in some way.

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*my childminder was wonderful and I am grateful to them for making my childhood much easier, just in case it seems I have portrayed them in a negative light.
**my Dad is a great man, and to successfully raise two young children on your own whilst in the grips of severe mental illness is astounding.
***I’m making a point of ignorance and lack of compassion here. I recognise that losing anyone can be devastating.


25 thoughts on “10 Years Later

  1. I lost my dad unexpectedly when I was 15, five whole years ago, those ‘He’s gone’ words still ring in my ears even now. It is the most devastating time for any child growing up without a parent and hearing those ‘chin ups’ and ‘it’ll get better’ from those who have never been through what I’d been through was so hard, It never gets easier, you never get over it. These words were so heartfelt and so so true to those who have lost a parent young and had their life turned completely upside down, to never getting it back to ‘normal’ ever again, nothing will ever be normal for us again, we still have that empty chair, to all those who’ve lost a parent, my broken heart aches for you. Such lovely words, I definitely needed to hear them xx

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    1. I’m glad that this post resonated with you and that it came at a time when you needed to see it. I couldn’t agree with you more! And I’m very sorry about your dad, losing someone so close really is a pain that never fades. Thank you for reading xx

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  2. Thank you for writing and sharing this post, it is incredibly personal and your emotion flows through it. I like how you are inspiring with ‘getting on with life’ even with how tough it must be to have lost both parents in different ways. Inspiring.
    Following you for more. Stephen

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  3. This must have been really difficult to write about, I really really respect you for it. I can’t imagine the pain you’ve gone through, but I’m sure your mum would have been really proud of you💜 thank you for sharing your personal story x

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      1. Aw you’re very welcome. It definitely will be helpful, my best friend lost her dad four years ago this month so I’ll be sure to show her your post when I next see her 💙 so happy that you had the courage to talk about this xxx

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  4. This is such a comforting post. My dad was diagnosed with cancer back in October. He recently passed away last Friday after being told the cancer was terminal, so it’s still a very heart breaking topic for me. Everything has chanced, things are harder since my mom is disabled and my dad used to help mom with things that I wasn’t strong enough to do. We used to spend all our time and holiday in wales in our caravan – my home pretty much for 14 years almost my entire life. Not only have I just lost my dad but I’ve lost our families happy place and it’s so heartbreaking. It’s that deep sinking feeling in your heart. It’s nice to reads words that are so powerful and heartfelt. Thank you for sharing. It has helped me.

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    1. I’m really sorry to hear about your loss, I can’t even begin to imagine how hard it must be for you with having to look after your mum too. Take time to grieve and don’t be afraid to ask for help✨ I’m glad this has helped you, and hopefully it will serve as a reminder that you’re not alone in this! Sending strength and love your way ❤️❤️

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  5. it’s 3 A.M.I’m readin your post,while tears,harshly,are running upon my face,making all of this more realistic,burning my skin to feel the burden of my mother’s loss even more tragical.I felt so close to the little 8 year old girl whilst reading.My mother had passed away as well,almost the same story as yours.My dad had changed completely,yet he deeply struggles to make eveything O.K for my siblings and I,which is something that we all appreciate.I am glad that you’ve -not moved on- but at least learnt from your experiences and became an independent,invincible woman.Your mother would have been proud to see the person you’ve become.May all your dreams come true ❤ xoxo

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    1. Thank for your lovely words, and I’m so sorry to hear about your loss! The death of a loved one affects people in different ways so it is always best to accept that they are hurting and appreciate that they are trying nonetheless xx

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  6. What you went through must have been really really tough. I can’t even imagine a situation like that. Pain can’t be compared, it can’t be measured I agree. All I want to say is that I am glad you have accepted the fact and you know that the hard times have shaped you in the best way possible! Lots of love ❤❤

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