By Nicola Davies, whose mum died a day after her 54th birthday
Everything that is beautiful in the world is her. She is the fuchsia pink flowers by the roadside. She is the golden sunrise and sunset. She is the fireworks that light up the sky and the song that moves you. How can she not be something and everything that touches your heart?
I am a different person since losing her. Small things don’t matter like they used to. How can they?
3. Grief doesn’t get any easier as time goes on and I don’t want it to. I don’t want to forget anything about her. In fact it hurts more as time goes on and the shock subsides.
4. Losing your mum rocks your whole core. She is me and I am her. A part of me died too.
5. She is with me, around me always. I don’t worry about unsaid words or arguments in the past. What’s left and remembered is love. It’s what she would have wanted.
Nicola’s mum
Nicola’s mum
About Nicola Davies
“My name is Nic and I lost my mum six years ago when she was 54. Too young.”
