Life has changed me in many ways, but I still miss her terribly because she was my best friend.
In the end, I could tell her anything. But there were also times I told her very little: when I was living in Sydney, when I knew she wouldn’t approve (especially in those younger, stricter years), or when our catch-ups were rushed snapshots between visits. How I wish I’d slowed down.
Being the family carer for mum changed our relationship.
She always encouraged me/us to live fully — to see, hear, feel and experience the world. She never wanted to be a burden – she never was. In my own way, I see that I’m the same. But I’ve also learnt her pain.
Some of my favourite memories are of the opera, ballet and symphony with her, birthday gifts that have become lifelong treasures from every age.
She listened when we cried, clapped at every success, and wasn’t afraid to have a good gripe when we were grumpy. There’s still so much I’d love to tell her. Thank you to my near and dearest for being there through my thick and thin (you know who you are).
5 years on mum, you are missed.
Charlie would love to start the conversation with you…