Continuing on the theme of birthdays, I thought I would make a short blog entry about my Mum. I just looked at the time: 12.36am. It's just turned the 17th of February, and it would have been her 60th birthday today.

I wonder what she would have thought about turning 60? I wonder what we would have done to celebrate her birthday? I wonder what I would have bought her? We loved birthdays. They were always a big deal for us, and there was always a lot of excitement and "secret squirrel" business revolved around them. A big deal of wrapping presents in secret, a big deal made of shutting the bedroom door, knowing that someone was in there wrapping presents they'd bought with a lot of fuss and love.

I really really miss my Mum, I miss her so much that it hurts. She's been gone for almost 11 years and sometimes I still can't believe that she's not here. Especially on days like this. People say that it's the memories that matter (and I know that's true) but nothing can make up for not being able to see her, hear her, talk with her, hear her laugh, smell her, hug her... I wish time made it easier.

Anyway Mum, if they have the internet in Heaven and you happen to read this:
Happy birthday. I love you.