Mum would love these rainbows.
Betty reached into my soul and brought renewed vigour, emotions and memories out. Thank you, Tiffany McDaniel.
Today, I bleed. In the space of a year, everything has changed.
I can’t help but wonder: does my memory serve me? Or, have you have been gone so long that I can barely find the memory?
Thank you for being here. Thank you to the silent readers who don’t comment. Thank you to the readers who do comment. Thank you to the people who come from our social media. Thank you to the people who stumble across our blog and never come back. Thank you to the people who keep coming back. Thank you for being here with me as I grow and navigate this world without my Mum.