Two years

It’s been two years since I’ve been able to call you, tell you my fears and see your face. It’s been two years since you’ve made me laugh, made me strong, and made me, me. I miss your influence, knowledge and guidance. I miss feeling whole, together and a part of you.

I finally understand why you changed so much when your mum passed away - I was only two years old, but I remember that you lost yourself. I now understand your insecurities, your loneliness, and your pain. You were my world and I’ve had to find out who I am without you.

I miss having my cheer squad, and can only hope you’re up there watching me find my new way, with an espresso martini waiting for me when we meet again. Love you mum xx