|my auntie on the left and my mum on the right|
My mum would have been 77 this week. She died at 46 of breast cancer. I am now older than she was when she died and I often think how lucky I am to be here at this age. I feel I have much more to do in life, so it makes me sad that she was a youngster really when she died, and didn't have the chance to take on the world once her kids had left home. Let's hope the Buddhists are right, and she is somewhere wonderful being a bee or a bear or a Baroness!