Five Months R.I.P

I remember everything. The nurse whispered...I'm sorry, she's gone...and my knees buckled. I wanted so much to scream out. I wanted to fall down and beat my fists into the floor. That moment stays with me forever. Ma mere est morte. I knew that the day would come when my beautiful mother wouldn't be able to be strong anymore, and I had thought about it so much, but nothing could prepare me for the crushing moment when I heard those words. My mother was gone. My wonderful mum. Gone.

It was five months yesterday.

She's still with me.

Does it get any easier?

Do I want to get any easier?

I miss her so much.

I love you, mum.