Last Friday was the 6th anniversary of losing my Mum to cancer. Its weird to think of that date as an anniversary because I associate the word anniversary with celebration and it just doesn't seem to fit right. I remember people telling me back in 2006 that 'time heals' and the excruciating pain I first felt, will lessen. They were right, to a certain extent it does get easier as the years fly by, but it also becomes more frustrating.
I find myself more & more frustrated that I can't just pick up the phone and speak to my wise ole Mum. I miss her voice more than ever, even her cranky or bossy voice is missed so much. Even when she was wrong, she was so right (if that makes sense). Mum made a few mistakes and she wasn't a perfect Mum but she was a hard worker, a good provider, a fighter, a genuine and positive role model, she was the most honest, loyal person I have ever known and even during testing times she never lost her principles, her values or her morals.
So as we enter into our seventh year without Mum I'd like to say how proud I am of all she achieved.
My Special Mum, I love & miss her so much.