about people I loved. I dreamt that a friend told me I was doing a bad job at work; furious, I tore out a clump of her long blonde hair. This friend had been nothing but kind to me. And in a different dream, I got angry with a friend who told me off over something I had forgotten to do. You have no idea what this is like. I wept in my dream. My mother died. My mother died. My mother died.
Throughout this time, I experienced an acute nostalgia, a longing for a lost time that was so intense I thought it might split me in two, like a tree hit by lightning.
from Meghan O' Rourke: Daily Mail: I lost myself when I lost my mum: One woman lays bare the agony of her mother's death
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