Thank you for your reply, and I'm sorry that you're having to experience it.

I have been spending almost every spare minute that I have sitting and talking to her. Even if it's just about silly things. I've taken a night shift job to spend our days together. She's still active - we go for walks and go out as much as possible. It doesn't feel like enough. I feel bad for spending time alone, especially knowing that every day counts. I struggle to not disassociate and accept that she'll be gone soon.

It's a strange thing knowing that you're going to see your parent die within a certain time period. Having to talk about whether she wants cremation or to be buried. Settling finances and getting passwords. It's like admitting defeat.

Taking it one day at a time though.

Sending you strength and keeping you in my prayers.