This evening, strolling around our local park as my boys rode their bikes, I impulsively started singing ‘My Favourite Things’ from The Sound of Music and promptly burst into tears as a crystal-clear image appeared in my head of my mother singing that song with my siblings and I when we were children. A few minutes later another memory swept over me, as vivid as if it were before me again, of her and her partner Dirk walking that very same stretch of park with me and my family less than four months ago, playing and laughing. They had arrived from South Africa earlier that morning, and we were to embark on our ill-fated holiday to Scotland the following day.
I miss her all the time. I miss her in all the corners of my heart and mind. I miss with even more desperation than ever before right now, when life presents impossible and painful choices, and I want nothing more than her sound advice and unwavering support.