Stop all the clocks and cut off the telephone

Date :Sep 7, 2005

My mother died today she had been ill on and off for a long time. But it was still a great shock.I have always hated the term passed away when describing that someone has died it just annoys me.I will probably be talking about my mother for a long time.
My mother was very important to me.This is a poem that describes how I feel about my mother. I didnt write it and hopefully putting it on a post wont get Passion.com in trouble with copyright laws.

Stop all the clocks,
cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message She Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

R.I.P Mum

I have never had a major death in my family. A person I was so close to.We were very close and stuck together like glue. I feel like only source of unconditional love has died. No one will love me like my mother did.I dont know how I am going to live without her.

Everyone keeps telling me to be strong but I dont know how.I know she was in alot of pain prior to her death and she is at peace now. But it hurts to live without her.I know my mother wouldnt want me to fall apart and not carry on living my life. I want to make her happy and show her that I will be ok. Its just that Im not sure that I will be ok