55

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

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