My mum loved flowers. Her ashes will be buried in a garden, which is poetic and wonderful. Every time I see a flower, I have to think of my mum. "She would like that one," is what I say to myself. "She would've liked that one," is what it will turn into, given some time.
I was with her when she took her last breath. "I love you," is what I said. Last moment. Last movement. One last breath. She saw my daughter the day before, and she smiled. It was her last smile.
We live our lives as if they w...
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