Missing my mother desperately
My mother died two months ago, quite unexpectedly, from a brain hemmorage. The fortunate/unfortunate part of her death was I had spent the afternoon with her the day that she died. I left her house at 4pm and by at 10pm she called me to let me know she had called 911 and was being taken to the hospital. That was the last conversation I had with her. She seemed fine when I was with her -- no confusion, slurred speech or any of the indicators I have read about on the web. While I know in my head that there was nothing I could do to stop it, I keep running through "what if" scenarios in my head -- wondering if there was something I missed, or if there was some way I could have helped her. I know this is all normal and part of the grieveing process, still I can't seem to let myself move past this part. I know I'm not alone in this, and would welcome thoughts/reflections from others. I hope it will help me better accept the death of my mother -- who was also my best friend.