Today would have been my mum’s birthday. It’s nice to think about her and how immensely good she was, and how much my daughter’s brain is built to the same blueprint as hers was, so that I get these daily moments of Deja-vu seeing the way she looks at the world.
I often share a picture of her or a story of her kindness on these kinds of anniversaries. But I should mention her mind was like a steel trap and she wrote incredible poetry
