It has been two years since my mum passed away. It still hurts every bit as much as it had two years ago. Memories of her still bring on pangs of loss and yearning. Every time I see a rainbow, I look for her.
Love you mum, so much that I have never realised when you were alive.
It has been a year since my last post. Today, my mum would have been 61 and I don’t miss her any less than I did a year ago.
A lot has changed in the year, new addition to the family (the Tomato, so Wizzy is now a big sister), we moved house (with almost half an acre of garden to play with)… Stuff I wish my mum is here to see. I can’t change that but I can ensure that she lives through me and my children and I hope to capture some of that in my future posts.
Happy birthday, mum.
Happy 60th brithday! I miss you so much, mummy. I hope you are having a good time in heaven, but I would rather have you here with us instead. The garden is lovely, and you would have enjoyed eating the fresh peas and strawberries with Wizzy. We could also go to Regent’s Park to look at the beautiful flowers you loved so much.
There is so much I want to say to you, so much I want to do with you. I can’t hug you physically, but mummy, I can give you the biggest hug in my heart.
I love you so much,
We woke up to a beautiful day in Tawau today, the day we bury my mother.
I was given the opportunity to deliver the eulogy for my mother at the funeral service today.
We lost my mum today at 3.10pm. 5 years of battle against cancer finally got to her. One of the last words she spoke was my name. She who suffered but held on till I flew the thousands of miles back to her. I am glad I got to say goodbye. I am glad I got to tell her that I love her. I am forever glad that I was there when she grew her wings and flew away.
If roses grow in Heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Mother’s arms
and tell her they’re from me.
Tell her I love her and miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for awhile.
Because remembering her is easy,
I will do it every day,
but there’s an ache within my heart
that will never go away.
This is Paul. He is a bunny.
It’s not quite finished yet, but I am very pleased with this dress I am making for Wizzy… I just need to add the ‘seeds’. This watermelon dress is especially meaningful because watermelon was my biggest craving throughout my pregnancy.
As usual, it is modelled by Pooh bear.