Today my Mum would've have 76 years old, had she lived. I cannot say I think about her every day, not after all these years, but she's always somehow with me. Every time something interesting, scary, funny, irritating happens to me I feel that I want to share it with her.
It's been nine years now, and she should've lived much longer.
And tonight, a candle has been lit for her. Mum, I still miss you. Lots.
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2 comments:
Annika, I can totally understand and share this feeling with you. Steph xx
So sweet Annika.....once the memory is alive....so will she be.... :-). My Dad died 28 years ago now....and I still think of him from time to time. Funny what you remember.....I still remember how it felt to hold his hand, and other moments he shared. And weirdly.....I really felt his presence one day many years later.....will tell you about it when we meet xxx
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