Todays is my mums birthday. I lost her 24 years ago. I looked at her picture this morning and said Happy Birthday and realised that I can still remember how it felt to kiss her cheek - I remember the softness and smoothness of her skin. I remember her smell! I remember how her hand felt to hold. 24 years and yet some memories I have of her seem so recent. I feel as if she is in another room and I am still surprised when she isn't. She feels within reach but I can't quite get there.
There is a piece of music that I just can't listen to because I would just break down crying. Memory is so strange.
I hope I haven't made anyone sad I just needed to share how I am feeling in a space where others may understand.