Photos of families on Facebook. Grandparents cuddling grandchildren. Mums like me, arm in arm with their mums walking down the street, chatting about their day and what they’re going to cook for dinner. Smiling, laughing, making memories. I envy you. Colleagues talking about their mums, their old bedrooms from when they were younger and reminiscing…
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The fading of time. A poignant post about losing mum to cancer and reflecting on memories that are fading all too fast…
Read moreMay of this year marks 12 years since mums passing. She had ovarian cancer and died when she was just 50 years old. My sister and I were 18. It’s hard to think about what life would be like now if mum was still around. Actually, it’s pretty unbearable to think about. However I do…
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Grieving definitely doesn’t get any easier
Read moreIn 2005 mum passed away. She left behind a husband and two daughters. She’d fought ovarian cancer for years. When she passed away people would tell me that this feeling of emptiness, loneliness and great sadness would gradually fade away into a terrible memory. I would get over it. The truth? I’ll never get over…
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The Perfect Family
Read moreMy mum with her mum I don’t know if it’s just me reaching a certain point in my life or if it’s just me being too sentimental, thoughtful, sensitive even, but I have found myself doing a lot of thinking lately. Actually, I’m not even sure if ‘thinking’ is the correct word to use. Reflection?…
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A letter to my 13 year old self
Read moreMe around 13 years old I recently read a post by Nicola (who blogs at Nicola…Life Through My Eyes) which I found really interesting. Nicola wrote a letter to her 15 year old self and it got me thinking about what I would say to myself now that I am older. I thought I would write…