Hey, My mother past away 5 years ago to lung cancer. I accompanied her on her way, cooked for her and so on - we had a 4 months to talk about. We haven’t talk to each other before I got informed about her illness for years! In the end, when the lung cancer already also impacted her brain and she started to think I was still a child - I took the chance to say thank you say “I love you” - that’s the back story.

How I coped with it: My dreams actually helped me a lot. I see her very often in my dreams. In different contexts and different stories. It helped me to understand more about myself, what makes me sad, or lonely or afraid. When I see her and everything is okay with her and the dream is neutral, I go to her and hug her, tell her that’s she is dead sometimes and say that everything is fine and that I miss her. Because that’s is what I do. Something I see her she I morphing and her skin is changing to an unhealthy state. That’s shows me that I’m afraid of death. But when I’m wake I know I can’t beat death and feel strong empathy with her pain. This what I can’t handle with the most I think. Seeing her in such pain, but her pain is past.

I will never be not missing her.