The previous post is something I wrote just after her passing; something which I've altered the year to match the present time.
I just wanted to add my continuation as it's now 2 years on (18.04.2011):
Over the past 2 years I have found it so hard to remain strong and hide my weaknesses. I've not let myself become vulnerable and held back the tears. I fight each and everyday to hide the pain, and it hurts deeply knowing that you're gone.
When I came to visit you in the hospital, and when I saw you laying that bed, it hit me. I couldn't believe that it was real. I felt something that I've never in my life felt before. I was scared. I didn't know how to react; but even with the oxygen mask and the tubes, you were still smiling, being surrounded by family and friends.
After hearing the news that you had died, later that week, I couldn't believe you were gone. It was a sad day for us all. Going to the funeral was probably the most difficult experience of my life because I was old enough to know what was truly happening (unlike when nan and grandad passed, I wasn't really old enough to understand).
I tried to stay strong for Mum, Dad and Ben. I held all my emotions back. And even now, I still haven't grieved properly.
After my live performance on 21.06.2009 I dedicated my whole show to you. When I came off stage, I was so overwhelmed with adrenaline and millions of other emotions flowing through my body, that I actually broke down and cried.
What I regret each and day is knowing that I had every opportunity to come and visit you, and I never took them often. I guess I just wanted to remember you without the wheelchair, and remember all the happy, earlier memories I had of you. I'm always going to miss you, just like the rest of us. I'm just sorry that I never got the chance to enjoy you more and have a proper goodbye.
We love you so much, and you'll forever live on through our memories.
R.I.P Anne, we'll see you on the other side.
