Time machine: I want my Mum


Unbenown to me: one of the last photos I would get taken of Mum and I
Unbenown to me: one of the last photos I would get taken of Mum and I

Daily post: We’re giving you a free ticket to the period and place of your choice: where do you go? Do you stay where you are, or venture somewhere far away? Do you go all the way back to prehistoric times, or relive a fun moment you just had last year? 

Simple: Mum’s last few weeks.

I am still working my way through milestones. The recent one was Mothering Sunday. This was my first without a mother.

The bugged me, nagged me, we argued, but we loved each other, and she was my mum. I would give anything to get those last few weeks of her life back, so I could be by her side when she needed me the most.

As it was my plane didn’t get back to the UK in time. The chair is now empty. Life seems so unfair.

I still see my mother’s feint image in the mirror.  I can hear her weak broken voice on the phone like it was yesterday. I wish my plane had made it back in time. I wish I had been there for her like I promised I would be.




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