This time a year ago I was sitting in a hospital next to the body of my mother. This time a year ago I was trying to say my final farewell to the woman who made me all I am.
I was wrong. She is not gone, she surrounds me every day.
Today is the end of the year of firsts.
Today I walked outside to see this:
Three months ago I bought this rose, two months ago we planted it. Today it bloomed in perfection.
She is around me and mine... this is merely one of her more blatant reminders to never forget.
I love you Mum.
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