As the day draws nearer to her death anniversary, I start to miss her even more.
Every year on 15 August, my heart sinks. Sinks to the bottom of the Ocean and after that I have to spend loads of time to bring it back again to where it should be. Not having you around has made me miss you even more. But I know that I cannot bring you back and just have to live with your memories.
Memories of what a great and awesome mum you have been to me. Memories of how you have given me life and took me through life. Memories of how you have been a sister and mentor to me as well. Memories of you holding me in your arms, crying with me, laughing with me and giving me the kisses that I missed most of all!
But sometimes the date serves as a good reminder to me. It reminds me to be thankful that I have a life. A life that is given to God to do what He pleases. A life that is able to live to this very day and carry on with His work here on earth. A life that is indeed wonderful and true.
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