I am pretty broken, mum was my confident, my ear, she filled in the gaps in my stories with exactly the right words, she was such an excellent listener, she loved looking at my photos, not a a glance and say 'that's nice' but she had questions and comments, she cared, ....guess that's why everybody loved her, she was quiet, and caring, and HERE for everyone. When I was growing up most people called her Mrs P, these days more call her Nita, only I got to call her mum, and when I got older 'Ma' She missed dad for 29 years, so I can't begrudge her leaving, but I will miss her so. 'Goodnight Ma, love my mum'. oxoxoxox

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I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.