Mum is amazing. I don't think there's any other word to best describe her. Her strength was inpsiration to us all, I can't believe how strong she was for us, she always put us first. I wish in that last year though I had put her first, made an effort to talk about what was happening. Mum was so right when she said that we just we're listening to the bad news, I was in denial for so long. I miss her so much, the pain hurts real bad but I get through it because it's what she wanted, she told me that herself. I know she's watching over me when I go out for a drink into town and I know she must be laughing her head off at some of our crazy antics in recent times. I wish she could have met my friends, everytime they give me a big hug or kisses I like to think that they're channeling Mum for its often when I've needed it. I hate February because of the bad times and the bittersweet memories of years gone by. I'm so angry at God for taking you yet I thank him everyday for you as well, we were blessed to be able to call you our mother. I talk to you all the time, and in my journal, but it's not the same. I just miss you real bad Mum and want so desperatly to just wake up and have you here so I can hug you and wish you happy birthday. Night Mum, I love you happy birthday x x x x x