I miss you. Always.

It’s been four years.
Four years since you left this earth.

I thought I was doing better… but grief has a quiet way of rising when you least expect it.

This month feels heavy.
Mother’s Day… and your anniversary.
I can feel it all gently surfacing again.

The memories are more vivid.
The dreams feel closer, almost real.
And the signs… they seem to be everywhere.

What I would give for just one more day with you.
To sit over coffee and cake,
to walk slowly around the river,
to hear your soft voice and your witty humour again.

I would ask all the questions I didn’t know to ask.
I would stay a little longer.

I hope you’re somewhere peaceful.
Gardening, like you loved.
Laughing with your siblings and granny and grandpa. 
Cuddling my childhood pets… and my little soul dog Archie.

I miss you. Always 🤍