This week I want the life she could have had. I want her to be here with me, with my girls. I want to be thankful for her here in the present, not thankful for the short period we had in the past. This week I am angry and sad that another we have another birthday and mothers day without her. That we all miss out on the bounty of her gifts.
The past seven years have taught me that this is a phase that will pass, the grief will change its shape again.
But right now, I want my Mum.