A return

It has been a while. I have been keeping myself extremely busy and trying not to think about the fact I am never going to see her again. All I had to do was look at the title of the last entry and start to cry. It will be six weeks tommorow and it feels like forever. I have two journals - one I use as a recorder of all the memories I remember Mum telling me over the years and the second is a kind of letters-to-my-Mum-book. I still can't believe she is gone and that I can't hug her, touch her, smell her. My brother says it's like being part of a club you really don't want to be a member of. I am sorry that I can't write much more. I ahve to stay strong and I just don't know how much longer I can keep this up. We are moving house on the weekend and that will keep me busy. I will post again soon.