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.
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.