So once again, it's the anniversary of my best friend's (my mum) death.
Each year I spend time by the sea. The place I feel closest to her.
I can't stop feeling the sadness, I can't forget the trauma of finding her dead with my then 3 year old by my side, but I can try to find some positives...by chanelling her in ways that would make her proud. And by feeling grateful.
Grateful for my beautiful children. And husband.
Grateful for my family.
Grateful for my life.
Grateful for my health.
Grateful for my friends.
Grateful for all the wonderful memories I have, and I'm making.