I'm in the club too. My mum died years ago but sometimes the grief comes out of nowhere and smacks me in the face. I knew she was dying (cancer) but was in complete denial, even when she was moved to a hospice I thought she would walk out of there.
Once she had died I felt that it was strange walking around knowing I didnt have a mum anymore. I remember being in a shop the day after and feeling weird about the fact that people were living their normal lives when my mum had just died.
One thing it did teach me was how important friendship is. My family were awful and wouldn't even let me have some of her ashes, yet friends and neighbours were really supportive, putting my bin out for me and offering to help in any way they could.
Once she had died I felt that it was strange walking around knowing I didnt have a mum anymore. I remember being in a shop the day after and feeling weird about the fact that people were living their normal lives when my mum had just died.
One thing it did teach me was how important friendship is. My family were awful and wouldn't even let me have some of her ashes, yet friends and neighbours were really supportive, putting my bin out for me and offering to help in any way they could.