Anniversary
Dear mum, It's the 21st of September today, 2023. It's three years to the day you moved on. I decided to start a blog today, to write you little letters and keep you updated on the things you haven't been able to be around for. In person, because I know if you can, you will always be there in spirit. This post is about that day. The day we were called to come to the hospital to, maybe, say goodbye to you. I say "maybe", as I clung fiercely to hope that you'd open your eyes and greet us "hello". Maybe. I was playing Fallout 76 with Kevin on the PS4. My heart was in my throat the whole time, anxiously waiting to hear something from you. I don't know how many times I called, but none of them were answered, and I figured you must be with the doctors and couldn't pick up. This was Sunday night, the day you went into hospital, and Kevin stayed up with me the whole time, as Sunday became Monday. Early hours, still no word on how you were. I...