Will I ever be able to hug you again? I sincerely hope so. I'm not ready to let go of that possibility yet. For some reason I still need to hold on to that. To you.

I miss the way your stomach used to rumble towards the end of our sessions. I miss the way that when you knew it was difficult you would wait outside in the garden for me. I miss the space that we had. I miss your softly spoken voice. I miss hearing the birds singing during the silent moments. I miss the way you would gently nudge me in the 'right' direction. I miss the long and connecting hugs. I miss all of this and a whole load more. I miss you.

Happy Mother's Day.