My mum

It's been ten years now, and yet every day I miss her. I still want to pick up the phone and hear her voice on the other end - and I never will, and that kills me.
Same as it kills me that she has four grandchildren, one who was only a baby when she died, and one, she will never know. And he will never know her. And she would have adored him as she adored the other three.
I try not to remember her as she was at the end, I prefer to remember her as she was before that - as she was when I was a child and as she was even when her two oldest grandchildren were babies. Then, she was a strong, determined woman who taught me many things that have shaped who I am today. I don't need to remember her as she was once life, and men, destroyed her, I knew her when she was so much more than that - back before she lost the love of her life.

Only now do I realize how much I owe her, how much she shaped who I am. Because only now can I see what I couldn't define back then when it happened and understand why she did what she did. Only now do I understand how hard it was for her to be who she was, to give birth to me in the first place as an unmarried mother, to raise me though she never married my step father, (the love of her life, may he rest in peace forever) in the place and with the people she was with, and only now do I really understand why she gave up.

I've always accepted that she simply couldn't take any more after everything that she had put up with, I always knew that losing the love of her life first to another woman and then to cancer - and helping his new wife through that loss - in addition to her own recent loss of the asshole she called a boyfriend - was simply too much - I just never truly understood how she could quit and give up - I accepted it as her choice but I didn't understand it - now I do.

That doesn't matter - what matters is that I realize that she gave me so much more than life, she introduced me to worlds I will never forget, she gave me freedoms I could wish for all children, she taught me many things I can only hope to pass on to my children, she loved those of her grandchildren that she knew, and she loved me. Regardless of what I did or didn't do, she loved me.

And no matter if it is one year, ten years or a hundred years, I will always miss the fact that I can no longer pick up a phone, dial a number, and hear her voice.

Rest in peace, whether with your gods or mine, Mum, for I love you, now and for always, in this world and the next. May my Lady bless you for all time.
Love you Mum.