Hello lovely readers,
Todays post is one that is very close to me. Its one I considered not sharing with you all, but I decided to because I want you all to know me on a closer level. I think it will also help me get out some feelings.
So here we go,
Todays post is one that is very close to me. Its one I considered not sharing with you all, but I decided to because I want you all to know me on a closer level. I think it will also help me get out some feelings.
So here we go,
Seven years ago today, my mother passed away. If any of you have ever lost someone close to you, then you'll all understand how difficult it is when anniversaries come around. I often think its harder to get through the anniversary than it was on the actual day. I think a lot of you will be confused by this, so allow me to explain.
I was 12 years old and I don't think I fully understood what was happening. I remember that my dad asked me if I wanted to return to school straight away or if I wanted a few days off. I said that I was ready to go to school. My 12 year old self was so excited about the attention from peers and teachers that I knew id be receiving because of this. I know, selfish but that's what I mean by it being more difficult now. These days, I'm not so concerned with popularity and being centre of attention. I have always said that it would have been so much worse if she had passed now.
There are so many things I miss about my mum,
I miss her letting me brush her hair, even though she knew id only make it tangled.
I miss her giving us kids all of the food she prepared for herself.
I miss her being the "Non scary parent".
I miss her being really good at those claw machines- We would always get so much chocolate!
I miss her calling me "pudgie".
I miss Christmas lunches at our house with her wonderful cooking.
I miss her always making muffins and cakes.
I miss her listening to "old people music".
I miss her kissing me goodnight each and every night.
I miss her everyday.
I miss her always making muffins and cakes.
I miss her listening to "old people music".
I miss her kissing me goodnight each and every night.
I miss her everyday.
I wish I had a lot more memories than I do, but even more than that, I wish she was here to see everything I've done, and everything I am yet to accomplish..
I wish she could have seen me graduate and get my first job. I wish she could have helped me through my first heartbreak and yelled at a few boys too. I wish she could watch me chasing my dreams and achieving all of my goals. I also wish that she could be there when I get my own home, when I get married, when I have her grandchildren. I wish she could have grown old with the love of her life- my dad.
Always on my mind, Forever in my heart. I love you mum.
Thankyou everyone for letting me share my feelings. I'm so glad I could write this post not only for you, but for myself. Thanks so much for reading, I'll have a new post for you all on Thursday.
Love Megan xo
