I Miss Her (Prose)

I Miss Her

I miss her so much I sometimes cry myself to sleep. Miss the friendship
she gave me, the unconditional love, the humour in my life and the
reason to keep going when life got too tough.

No matter the retorts I gave her when I went through one of my many
moods she was always there for me, always encouraging and praising me
when I needed it most. How I miss the encouragment to go for it from
her.

She was the voice on the end of the phone wanting a chat or to listen
to anything and everything I had to say. Till the day many months later
I went to pick up the phone and started to cry because I remembered she
was no longer there. No longer that familiar voice, no longer that
familiar sight to see. Suddenly my heart realised exactly what it was
missing for so long, the love of a mother.

I once told her that if I could be half the Mum she was to me, then my
children should always be able to trust me and know that I will always
be there for them, unconditionally with arms wide open and full of
love. She cried and hugged me when I said that.

I do still stand by what I said, if my children can think on me in the
way I do my mother, I know I have at least gotten something right in
this life.

I miss her so much and the thing that keeps me going now is, I know one
day we will be together again.

I love and miss you Mum.