Today is Mum’s birthday, so I feel like I should write something, but I honestly don’t know what to say. I keep thinking about how unfair it is that she didn’t even get 55 years, but that thought seems too obvious and redundant to write here. I don’t know how else to write about my love for her. It feels far too great to be described in words. I’m definitely not immune from writer’s block, but it’s always been easy to write about Mum. I don’t know why the words aren’t flowing today. I’ve been feeling absolutely devastated lately, and that emotion has been amplified today. I truly don’t know what more to say. I miss her so much.
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