My mom died from a brain tumour when I was 16. Ever since then i've tried to shelve her existence from my consciousness. I guess it's the less painful option - just carrying on as if nothing happened. Sometimes though it gets hard. When i'm happy, she's the one who would've been happy with me. When i'm sad she's the one who would've known what to say. I'm an insecure, anxious shell of a man and her memory is so faded i can only try and rely on my own reserves of strength. I'm not the person I want to be. I miss you mom x