I went for a walk today and thought of her.
One blurry year has passed in a moments time.
It hasn't been easy. It's been hard. It's been sad.
It's been difficult to understand why God would take my mother at age 47.
On a personal level she wasn't ready to die, she wanted to live.
Cancer, and more importantly God, had other plans.
Though it hasn't all been bad.
I try to hold on to the happy times.
I speak to her still, silently in my head, I imagine she can hear me.
I can take her anywhere with me.
I hope she enjoyed the views of the Harbour Bridge.
I know I did.
Her death has taught me to embrace life.
To live the life I want.
To not hold back.
To love and to forgive.
*I took this picture on my walk today. It seemed fitting on a day like today.