Bereft

by K

I lost my gorgeous, perfect Mum; my best friend, my partner in crime, yesterday. I'll be honest, my heart feels like God stamped on it. I am very regretful, of course, but more than that I feel angry. Bitter. She was getting better. Why her and not me. Why her and NOT ME.

I know my promises never meant much, Mum, but I'll try and make you even more proud of me than you were. I love you to Gallifrey and back. A million kisses. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

PS. If you would, please keep Irene in your prayers. Thank you.