There are many things I will associate with my late mother. Cheese and wine. It didn't matter what day it was. A Friday or a Tuesday. Mum would put out wine, cheese and some sort of cracker as soon as she walked through the front door. Chocolate digestives. Mcvities, obviously. Nothing but the best, despite… Continue reading Association and loss.
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Because.
Why did my mum have to die? Why, indeed. Why did she try so hard to steer me towards the right path.. when she didn't even know what the right path was? Why did she have to die? I spent so much time away from her. I blamed her for everything. I thought I had… Continue reading Because.

