It strikes me that for the first time in five decades of living I am now motherless, that I no longer have a Mum with whom to have tea.

This is not a thought that I can comprehend.

I am trying to leave the room but keep going back to her to give her one more kiss telling her I just can’t leave her. I know I must but it is the most difficult thing I have ever done.

How can she just be gone? The one constant in my life since the day I was born?

This is so surreal. My mind just cannot wrap around it.

Mum was with me when I drew my first breath and I had the honor of being with her when she took her last. The circle is completed and I have no regrets.

~Anonymous

Melanie Hack
Author of Who Killed My Sister, My friend
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