I Hate February 21st So Much.
Last year I barely noticed the date. I thought I was finally getting over it. This year I can't stop crying. I've been crying every night for a week.
Seven years ago today Mum told me that her follow-up hadn't gone well. The cancer had metastized before they got the tumour out, and she'd been given six months to live. She died on March 29th, 2005.
Gods, Mum. I miss you so damned much.
We thought she'd live into her nineties, like her mum and grandmum. We never thought she'd die at 66.
I want you back, Mum. Oh gods, I want you back.
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Seven years ago today Mum told me that her follow-up hadn't gone well. The cancer had metastized before they got the tumour out, and she'd been given six months to live. She died on March 29th, 2005.
Gods, Mum. I miss you so damned much.
We thought she'd live into her nineties, like her mum and grandmum. We never thought she'd die at 66.
I want you back, Mum. Oh gods, I want you back.
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