The reality of you not being here is setting in Mum. I miss you so much, the pain is unreal. It's not the sort of pain that will heal with medication or a plaster......if only it was that easy. I am keeping busy like you would tell me to. Your passing has taught me so much. Life is so short and so precious. I just wish you were here so we could jump in the car and go on a spontaneous day out.....and I could moan at you because your walking stick is in the way so I cant change gears. And your singing......ouch. As painful as it was to listen to, I'd love to hear you again! It's the little things that only you will understand Mum. I love you so much Mum. Deborah xxxx