Jun 26
At Montparnasse, two years ago almost to the minute, I received a phone call that shattered my world and the hope for my mother’s recovery.
It was over and she had gone, leaving a gaping hole that still today, has not been filled or fully realised.
There are still times where I wonder how she did things and tell myself that I should ask her, only to realise in the same instant that I can never ask her anything that I’ll receive an answer I understand.
I miss my mum.
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