It’s been a year since you died, mum. I still miss you, so much more than I realised I would. Happy memories, so many memories. Now time has peeled away the layers I notice how so much that I do was taught by you. Every day there is something to remind me of you. Time doesn’t heal grief, it doesn’t diminish it. Today, as I so often do, I look up at the framed copy of the poem I read […]

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