Dear Mum.... the first letter
Dear Mum
You are constantly in my thoughts at the moment. I'm frantically trying to find and file all my memories of you, holding onto any letters or notes you've sent me. You've already left us and yet you're still here.
It's so odd and so sad and so heartbreaking. You keep creeping into my derams.
I miss you. I fear that I didn't tell you enought that I loved you, when you were still here. All those stories and memories that I could have asked you about again. All those stories that you started but never finished.
I know that you loved me, but I'm still regretting that I didn't keep every letter and scrap of evidence that you ever sent me, just to reassure myself.
So now I'm writing you letters, that you'll never read, but which will help me keep your memories and our memories of you, with us.
I love you,
Helen
You are constantly in my thoughts at the moment. I'm frantically trying to find and file all my memories of you, holding onto any letters or notes you've sent me. You've already left us and yet you're still here.
It's so odd and so sad and so heartbreaking. You keep creeping into my derams.
I miss you. I fear that I didn't tell you enought that I loved you, when you were still here. All those stories and memories that I could have asked you about again. All those stories that you started but never finished.
I know that you loved me, but I'm still regretting that I didn't keep every letter and scrap of evidence that you ever sent me, just to reassure myself.
So now I'm writing you letters, that you'll never read, but which will help me keep your memories and our memories of you, with us.
I love you,
Helen