I didn't even make the connection until today but it's Easter Sunday and it falls exactly on six months since the passing of my mum. I'm not particularly religious myself, I have no real beliefs but we'd always have the traditional meal around the table, all prepared of course by mum. Today has been relatively quiet, I visited my mum's grave alone and spent 30 minutes just sitting near her, didn't say a word, just remembered. It was nice. As time's going on and these days occur you just remember that it's never going to be the same again. I've had Christmas, her Birthday, Mother's Day and now this. My Birthday next. It's still all very strange. I think of my mum every single day and it's still all so very hard, but it's days like today when I remember how my mum used to make every effort to bring us together as a family. I miss it, and her so very much.

Love you always, Ma!