Time doesn't heal
My mum died 8 years ago tonight at the age of 62 after a 2 year battle with cancer. I was 30. I miss her every single day. The pain now still feels as raw as it did when she was gone 6 weeks.
We were so close.
I've married, passed exams, had two children. All things which I want to share with her. We spoke every day on the phone, at least once.
Having my own children has made me realise how much she did for me and our family but it's too late for me to let her know how I appreciate all that she did.
I feel so lucky to have had such a wonderful mother. I wouldn't change one single thing about her. She was such a kind, thoughtful, hard working and selfless person. I'm still so angry that she was taken away.
Time doesn't heal. It just makes it possible to talk about her to people without crying all of the time. I hate tonight as it's the night 8 years ago she passed away.
That's another year that I haven't heard her voice, smelt her perfume, held her hand. I'm afraid that as time goes on I will forget some of her.