My mom has been gone a year and a half. Not a day goes by when I don't think of her and miss her. I had her for almost 43 years and we were extraordinarily close. She was a wonderful mother and I believe I was a good daughter. Yet...all I can think of are the times I got impatient with her when she was sick. I know that I'm only human -- everyone tells me this -- and I should think of all the good I did, but I can't seem to get beyond this. I go to therapy and I talk about it, but nothing seems to penetrate the thick shell of guilt I have around me. There is a bereavement support group at my church which I'm finally ready to investigate, but that won't be until next week.
I know her pain is over and she's in a better place. I know if she were here she would tell me to "Forget about it!" and that I was a wonderful daughter. But I can't seem to forgive myself.
Has anyone else been through this? If so, how did you handle it?