Mum's Got Cancer; Part Ten

I saw you the other day and I knew it was close. So frail. So yellow. But all your own teeth - and the yellow makes them look so white. And mum - your hair looks so thick as it frames your tiny face. Your warm eyes and ski-slope nose.

I am going to miss you. I don't know how it is going to feel. I am not one of those daughters that calls every day - or even every week. But you are never far from my thoughts and always in my prayers.

It wasn't that our lives were too busy just that we knew the other was there and that we loved them. Would I have more moments if I could? Yes! Of course. More memories and laughs. Time with just you. Time with Eliza and you. You.

But I want that time when you were well and able to enjoy the walks by the sea.

Thank you for the memories and for making me into the person I am.

I love you forever and think of you always.

Mum x

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