My lovely Mum passed away 20 years ago today. I can hardly believe I haven't seen her in 20 years - I barely ever went more than 20 days without seeing her, even when we moved a 2 hour drive away.
I remember so vividly having to hold the Sunday paper horizontally over her so she could see the pictures of Charles and Camilla's wedding as she was bedridden. I knew she must be bad when she said she didn't watch it on TV. The next morning she was gone.
Happy, happy memories. She was the most wonderful Mother, (along with my Dad, the best ever Father) and I loved her dearly (still do) .
I'm not really a believer but a little part of me hopes she's somewhere, waiting for me.