Today, twenty six years ago, my Mother died. She was young and so was I - although she was ill and in hospital, she was expected to come home. When my Father and I kissed her goodnight and left the hospital, we never expected the call that came at 3:00 a.m. saying she had passed. Just like that. Gone.
She was beautiful, vibrant - she loved to laugh, to dance. She loved to travel and was able to realise her dreams by becoming a flight attendant... she visited every continent - except Antartica. She passed her love of travel on to me and we were blessed to have taken many trips together. Her favourite flowers were Lilies of the Valley and every time I see them or smell their sweet scent, I feel my mother close by me, looking out for me still. I love you so much Mummy...and still miss you every day. These flowers are for you.