Where 9 years have gone, I do not know.
Especially in this big move across the pond I often wonder what she’d be saying about life. Probably to drink tea, take each day as it comes, and as long as it makes you happy then go for it.
Thanks for the many memories you left us in writing and pictures (especially of me in embarrassing childhood clothes!) that have been a rewarding challenge to sift through while packing to move.
I’m glad I now take your handwriting with me each and every day as a reminder to keep on going no matter what, and if it gets too much to get out a pen and paper and keep going.
Lots of love mum, and thanks for being so inspiring.


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