My mother, Mam, passed away on February 22, 2015
She didn’t want to go, she wanted to stay here with me. I wanted to go with her. Both were impossible. So I sat beside her as she lifted away, free again to run, skip and dance. In dying she begins a new life, leaving me to turn my own page to a new chapter. How to continue without her, my truest friend, whose personality, presence and outlook influenced so much of me, is hard to know. Perhaps, in my dreams, she will tell me how.