A New Normal

The funeral was achingly simple. We stripped away the superflous until there was only all those we loved lining up to lay daffodils and freesia around my Mums coffin, a reading of This Life Mattered and Helen and I stood together reading out our memories. And so it begins: life without my Mum. A new normal that must exist to honour all that she was and all that we will become.

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