4th March 2014

Today would've been mums 68th birthday. Today I didn't mourn losing her, I remembered her by looking at one of the only things she gave me. It was a 'daughter' book that she wrote in the front of. Mum never really showed love and affection very well, not to your face, always in letters or short notes. It's lovely to look at this book and see her writing again but I felt very guilty for not feeling as upset as I should be. I did love my mum. I miss her. I still do. I guess I've accepted the fact that it's just me and my brother now and making many more happy memories with him and my little family is more important than us dwelling on the not so happy past.