37 years? Really? If feels so fresh in my heart.
The day my life changed beyond comprehension was when my mother died. I still had my father but I felt like an orphan. I still had all my siblings but I felt lonelier in the midst of them. I was suddenly shipwrecked.
As I’ve grown my grief has grown with me, it’s a second skin.
Time will never be enough for me to understand why - then or now.
I miss mummy. Still.