Today my mum would have been 55.
But she’s not here. She’s gone. Gone forever.
I shall light a candle. I expect I will talk to her. The way I do. Sometimes in my head. Sometimes out loud. I miss her so much. Everyday. Not just birthdays. Or Christmas. Or even the day she died. Although that day still hits me like a bullet to the chest.
Today I will share something with you. My mums voice.
Or if you’re listening on a phone try this link mum
I have 7 messages of her. Her voice. Her words. I will have those forever. Those will never leave me. Copies here. Copies there. Never will they be gone.
When I listen to them I can see her face. I can smell her. It’s a happy memory.
Happy Birthday Mummy. I love you xx