20 years

20 years ago today my mum died after fighting cancer.

I was 16, just about to start back at school. We weren't a close family in terms of 'sharing our grief', we each dealt with it in our own way, with our own friends for support. But we carried on, my dad carried on, and he has dealt with a lot of sh*t over the last 20 years on his own.

I don't go to visit her memorial stone very often. Sometimes I feel guilty for this, but I know that just because I don't stand in front of a bit of stone, doesn't mean I'm not thinking about her. I don't get morbid or sad too often nowadays, usually I think about her in terms of what she'd think of me or my own situation, whatever that may be. I wish she could have met B of course, but he will know about her, has seen her photos, knows she is up in heaven.

20 years. Forever loved, never forgotten. xx