Sometimes... just for a split second, I move to pick up the phone to call Mum with some news about the family, what I’m doing at work or just for a little cry. But then I stop.
I get used to her not being here but then something reminds me of her and I feel guilty for going such a long time without the memories.
There is so much I could say about her and then I’m lost for words. I want her patience and wisdom. She is my inspiration and my guide.
Today is a celebration in her memory.