On the 1st July, mine changed forever. It was the day my beloved mother passed away.
We were very close. Although we met once every two years or so, we spoke every day. Every project I undertook, I ran it by her. We were best the best of friends. Alike in so many ways, yet very different too. I count myself very blessed to have had my mother in my life until the age of 53.
Now she's gone, I feel so alone.
But, of course, I have wonderful memories.
And I know we'll meet again one day.