Remembering Mum

It’s hard to believe three years have passed since our beloved Mum left us. In some ways, it feels like a lifetime ago — and in others, it’s like it was only yesterday. If I’m honest, I think I’ve missed her every single day in some way, shape or form . I wanted to take a moment to reflect on her memory, the joy she brought to our lives, and the way she’s still with me in so many ways  

There’s rarely a day that goes by without something reminding me of her — her kindness and gentle spirit, the way she made everyone feel welcome and loved. A funny story will pop into my head, and I’ll find myself smiling… sometimes through tears. Mum had a warmth about her that was impossible to forget, and her love for her family and friends was endless and unwavering.

Her baking is something I think about often — those comforting smells that filled the kitchen, the way she could whip up something incredible with ease & no recipe! I didn’t inherit that particular talent (much to my disappointment), but I did inherit the joy that came from watching her share those treats with the people she loved. It wasn’t just about the cakes or the pies — it was about how she made people feel with them: cared for, special, and at home.

We all experience sadness and grief in our lives and it’s a strange thing. It softens over time, but it never fully goes away — and maybe that’s okay. I carry Mum with me in so many ways: in the lessons she taught me, the values she passed on, and the love she gave so freely.

So today, I’ll remember her — with love, with fondness, and with gratitude for all the time we had. I miss her more than words can say, but I’m endlessly thankful that she was my Mum.

Miss you always, Mum.