My Mum as a 17 year old bride.
Missed always. Gone ten years.
This the first year I've approached Mothers Day without tearing up every time I walked past the cards and flowers. I guess time really does heal.
The only difficult moment was when a friendly Mum at high school canteen asked on Friday, what I was doing with my Mum this weekend. But I coped and more importantly, made her feel okay for asking.
Biggest, warmest hugs to all Motherless daughters and sons today.
My Mum is there, just out of reach. Sometimes I hear her just before I wake. Or she touches my shoulder as I drift off to sleep. Or her shadow crosses my line of vision just as I round a corner.
Your Mum is with you, in your heart.
Believe that and you'll be at peace with her absence in your life.
