I couldn’t even recall the last time I fell over, let alone setting out on an activity with the intention of falling over.
Wherever you are, however you are spending Mother’s day, I hope you are looking after you. You are so loved.
This is a letter of great admiration to my greatest friend, how lucky I am that you are my sister.
Sarah Everard did all the right things, but enough wasn’t enough to just get home.
So, not because it’s Valentines Day, but because you deserve it everyday, I hope you give yourself a little self-love today and always in whatever form that may be.
Hopefully dear reader, by the time that this post is up, my essay will have figured out how to write itself, references will be arranged alphabetically in a long list and it will submit itself.
There is no consolation for missing someone who can’t come back, but there are things you can do to feel closer to your person, and I am thankful to be able to continue something that we both loved together.
I know it seems that this pandemic will never end, particularly as it follows us into a new year. But please know that you are not alone in your struggle, and this will pass. You will see that there are so many reasons to live.
All my love and support,
Losing our mum aged me in so many ways, which I have mentioned a lot in blog posts before. Mum would always call me a “party girl” which used to make me cringe, but I quite liked the colourful description. I liked that people thought I was colourful and energetic.