It’s been five year since my mother returned to God but there isn’t a day that goes by without me missing her. Since my father died when I was 15 my mother single handedly raised me. Strength, patience, concern and warmth that was mum.
We argued, we fought, we had difference of opinions, we loved, we laughed, we talked, we shouted but there was always love and respect which went both ways. When she was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer words could not express the devastation I felt. But mum remained a rock through it all still extending the strength and love that buoyed us through the ups and downs of life.
This is written to remind those with mothers that no matter what is said and done it is done with love. Nothing can replace this love as it is unconditional. Love her and tell her how you feel, never take her for granted…..
No matter how I try, I cannot help but feel sorry for myself for I’m the one that has lost…. If I could be half of what my mother was I would have achieved something in life.
In Memory of Ethel Margaret Peacock
28th. September, 1925 – 19th. March, 2005
I Love You, Mum
Uffa XOXO
Peace, Love and Respect,
Jenn
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