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One year.
Today I stood by her grave in silent reflection and felt... nothing. It was an engraved rock in the middle of a field. To have the privellage of knowing someone so indescribable and then seeing their existance summed up with a rock... it's anti-climactic.
I still dream about her almost every night. I still get pissed off beyond all reasoning when I desperatley need to consult her expertise, whispering one-sided conversations into the night and recieving no reply. We were both so into discussing the paranormal... I guess I was hoping to see Casper the Friendly Ghost or something.
One year since the world lost one of it's most compassionate people. One year since I officially switched off.
If you were here, everything would be different.
I love you, Mum.
Today I stood by her grave in silent reflection and felt... nothing. It was an engraved rock in the middle of a field. To have the privellage of knowing someone so indescribable and then seeing their existance summed up with a rock... it's anti-climactic.
I still dream about her almost every night. I still get pissed off beyond all reasoning when I desperatley need to consult her expertise, whispering one-sided conversations into the night and recieving no reply. We were both so into discussing the paranormal... I guess I was hoping to see Casper the Friendly Ghost or something.
One year since the world lost one of it's most compassionate people. One year since I officially switched off.
If you were here, everything would be different.
I love you, Mum.