I’m a sentimentalist, and today I thought I’d write this ‘sentimental’ post to say that I’m thinking of my mum, who died 14 years ago. She was only 54 and I was 25. There isn’t a week goes past when I don’t think about her. Sometimes the loss feels far away, but other days it punches me in the face. I still think I’m going to walk in through the front door and see her sitting on the sofa reading, and drinking a cup of tea. She was so brave and strong when she was sick, and never once complained about it.
I think, when you lose your mum, you lose your best friend, your teacher, your guide, your support and your mirror. You lose the only person in life who would take a bullet for you. That relationship is magical, irreplaceable and there isn’t a week that goes past when I don’t think about her.
So, here’s to our lovely, warm, beautiful, patient, kind, funny, talented and generous mum.
Psst. My parents were awesome.