There's a part of me that still can't believe my mother is gone. I have moments were I think I might pop over to see her. Or maybe I'll give her a call.
And then it hits me.
My mother was not just my mother. She was also my best friend. And it really is as though I have lost two people in one.
I know I am lucky to have been so close to my mother. I could talk to her about anything and everything. And I did.
I could be myself with her. I always felt completely at home and comfortable in her home and I felt the same way when she visited me. She knew me well. She knew what to say.
There's a huge hole in my life now and it can ever be filled.