This is Daisy. She came from a nearby farm. I loved her before I met her and chose her name before Mum found the advert for her.
I hope I will forever be grateful, even when inevitably things go wrong; this is my life and I’m in love with it again.
But this is my world. Those were the cards I had been dealt. I have been living without my Mum for 14 months now. I have been doing okay.
We never expected to feel so supported by your comments of encouragement or simple “me too” messages or a “hang on in there, it does get better”. Knowing other people were able to survive such loss gave me hope and shined a light on a future that I thought I’d never be able to attain after losing our mum.
“In a plane crash, you are always told to put your own oxygen mask on first. You need to put your oxygen mask on before your sister’s. She’s 19, she’ll sort herself out, and you need to sort yourself out first”.
How could I still be listening out, just in case Mum needed me?