We never scattered her ashes, they are still in pas room. Maybe it’s comfort for him. A years later and I still struggle with grief. I still wear her dressing gown as comfort, I still talk to her doll and I still pray that she is with me when I go to achieve new things.

Today I found out that when she passed, hospice, is holding a remembrance day for her and fellow hospice clients, she gets her own spot in the rose garden. For some reason I want to be there but I’d rather be at work as she’d understand. I k ow she would. Plus everysincr she passed on she has been communicating with me in her own little way.