8years ago I sat at my mum’s bedside hoping and praying that I could share just a few more days with her.
She took her last breath before I saw her again.
I wish I had been with her, to hold her hand, to comfort us both.
I wish she could have met the baby girl that was growing inside me, I know she would have been incredibly proud of my beautiful girl now almost 8yrs old and proud of me for that.
There have been many times between now and then when I would have done anything for a few wise words from my mum.
I hope am as a good a mum as she was and that my daughter gets longer with her mum than I did with mine.
That is all.
