Twelve years ago today at 12pm, my Mum passed away in the Peter Mac Cancer Hospital in East Melbourne.
I don’t really have much to say on the matter, but every year I make an effort to mark the occasion in some way or another.
Of course losing a parent is an horrendous thing to have to deal with, but time does wonders. The tearing grief has given way to a gentle, lingering space. I just wish she could have met the people I share my life with these days, to sit back and have some beers, to talk about nothing, to see who I’ve become and where I am.
That’s all.
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