Today is a very difficult day. Two years ago, while heaven gained an angel, I lost a mother. Not a day, or single minute goes by that I don’t think about her. I’m not going to sit here and lie to you, it does not get easier with time and it never will.
I still watch the door waiting for her to come home, her upbeat, bubbly, positivity lighting up the room. It was and still is infectious everytime I think of all of her crazy antics!
My heart aches to the point of breaking every time. I have to catch myself to realise I am not going to see you, hear your voice calling out my name, announcing the presence, one that lights up mine and everyone’s day.
My mother was a wife, a daughter, a sister, an auntie, a great-auntie, a best friend, a much-loved colleague, and a valuable asset in the nursing community.
You mum, have always been and always will be my greatest inspiration. She has shown strength and courage in the darkest of times. I have achieved an undergraduate degree and now have started a postgraduate degree. It angers me that I haven’t been able to share it with you, to have your arms around me, jumping up with joy. I will carry you as my inspiration for now and forevermore.
You are forever in my heart and soul.