It's been two weeks now since Mum passed away and I still can't quite take it all in. Any moment she'll call me and invite us all round to share a joint of roast beef. We'll all tuck into her legendary roast potatoes, there will be crumble and ice cream, with caramel topping just for James, and Dad will crack open a lovely bottle of oak aged claret. We will talk about everything and nothing, at some point Mum will skilfully steer the conversation into the gutter and we will all end up in fits of giggles.
Just a few weeks ago she was in great spirits, looking forward to a visit from the Canadian crew. 74 years young, happy, healthy, independent, she had years ahead of her to watch her grandchildren grow, or so we thought. But life has just bowled us a curve ball and nothing will ever be the same again.
Words can't begin to express the void that has been left in our lives. I miss you so very much dearest Mum.
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