my mum

Each step I take in my life I think of her. Each step that leaps me forward, each step that takes me backwards, I think of her.

I will walk for the rest of my life.

And she will be with me in every step I take.

She will catch me when I fall. She will stand by my side as I walk with my children through my life. It is not the way I need, or I would want; it is the only way I have left to be with her.

I hold my mum in my heart. We will walk, and dance together.

{If only you could see my mum's grooves. There will be a lot of laughter in those times of dancing.}

Tomorrow is five years since I held my mum. Tomorrow I will hold her even closer than I have ever done before.

I miss you mum.

(This post is brave of me. I wanted to walk through my day tomorrow with no one even knowing that I still hurt, and want her back. I believe this will never go. She was a very special person, and I was blessed to have her as my mum).