Every year around the same date my sister’s and their children go to the crematorium to pay respect to my mother.
After 24 years I still have never been there, not even on the day when she was cremated was I was thought to be too young.
I have always been told it wasn’t a place to take a child.
My mother has little place in my memories if any at all, I was too young really to remember but when I do bring her up in conversation people always say “don’t you remember her waving goodbye to you through the curtains”?
To me a child a little under three years old has only selective memory if any at all, and even when I do think I recall something there is no way to tell if I really am.
Now I have more peace with the loss of my mother and very little resentment towards those who were fortunate enough to know her.
My one wish will always be to have her know how much I love her and always will.
Some things seem so small yet have the power to render you helpless and this is my weakness and for that I am not ever going to be ashamed.
I lost my world along time ago and now I have to rebuild what I can of my existence and find point in the puzzle which I call my life.
My heart belongs to her and until I can find my way through this then it does feel as though I have no room for anyone else.
Forever yours my darling mother.