Mum, You always had a story for me, welcomed me and made sure I was part of the conversation. So here is a story for you.
When you welcomed me with a smile, insisted I stay the night as I was so tired. I stayed in the spare room, Karen in hers. The next day we were greeted happily and in wonder, that we had indeed, stayed in our separate rooms. It may have been in part, the fact that I was scared half to death over what Dad (Tony) would do to me, but tbh, it was the respect I had for you both, and that respect for you has never changed.
I wish I could say this is a dream, a nightmare, even a mistake, that you have not left us. Reality has not hit home for me, though my home is much sadder for your loss. I do not know what Karen will do without your smile, your talks, her visits, your love. I do really hope, that if you are watching from above, that you look upon your daughter and as she looks upon the pool of tears, full of memories, the good times and the bad, that you give her a little shove so she knows, in no uncertain way, that you are still watching over her and channelling her love.