Story:Mumma,
Mumma,
2000 characters is not enough to write this, my words are not justifiable enough to really have you all know & I don't even know where to start..
My mum, my angel, my rock, my saviour, my guidance, my shoulder, my only love, my only trust and my only one.Gone.
I am not saying there are not another thousand stories of tears & sorrow that are any lesser, but.. 21yrs old, 18 days before my 22nd, my best friend left the world - 11.24pm, on a Tuesday, 2nd of September 2008, with all of us by her side.
I still cry of course, stil hurt, still get angry still wish & hope, for me, for her, for what was 'her hero' & for the rest of the world-because we all lost an amazing, clever, beautiful, majestic, loving, stong & caring young angel & that angel lost the chance to keep that life going.
My 'mumma' got diagnosed 4 yrs before she died, her mother & sister both suffered the consequences of Cancer in all it's trials & tribulations. My Grandma - 2000, my Aunt - 2007 (RIP always). Not a year after she attended her own sister's funeral, did her world come to an end... & still I really don't understand any of it.
Mum's old work place have a bench in memory of her, by the pond she used to sit at on her breaks.. which I now sit on when the time is right & the book is good.. like this one was for me.
Do I tell you about her? About her struggle? About us? About me now? About life now? ...there is so much to tell.
She'd call me her chooky egg, but I was a 'roaster' if I was ill & needed wrapping up with a tea, her baby girl, her Juice, nothing changed, no matter how old I got, and I loved that.. always her baby.
I hate that I can't be with her, we can't be with her, but mostly that she can't be happy here with us anymore.
Nothing will ever be the same.Mumma, I love you always x