Three years ago my beautiful mother grew her wings.
Another year passes and my feelings are still as raw as that first day. Only the silence and the emptiness grows. The longing to see you, hear your laugh, your voice, feel your arms around me, to tell me that everything will be okay. Tell me you’re proud of me. I think about you every second of every day. I look at your photos, watch your videos and it makes you feel closer to me in many ways but also so far away… I want to reach out and pluck you from wherever you are. One day more wouldn’t be enough, no number of days would be enough!
Grief is a terrible thing and no amount of time will change that. I love you, miss you Mum.