I don't feel like I have much to say this year on the anniversary of mum's death. I still miss her all the time and I'm so sad that Kate won't know her except from my stories. I looked at some pictures today, but unfortunately, all the digital pictures I have are from when she was sick, so they make me sad. They make me wish I had been able to spend more time with her in the last few months.
I don't really want those to be my memories of her. I want to remember when she was well. Those are the stories Kate will hear. I guess I'd better dig out some photo albums.
I miss you, mum. I think you would think we're doing a good job down here.