My mother passed away from cancer just over 4 years ago and I felt a deep desire to share how her death changed me and the way I saw and lived my life. It is true what they say, you can never truly understand until you experience it for yourself.
I once described losing her like it was the end of the world and the sky was falling on me. She carried me around for nine months, I learnt and developed my first relationship about love through her. She was the very first person I ever laid eyes on. She fed me when I was hungry, she was there when I started to crawl and then take my first steps in this world.
She was always there for me and she is in every single memory I have growing up. Whenever I was upset she was the to cheer and pick me back up again. Whenever I needed advice she was always there to provide a listening ear. She was a strong and loving mother who was always by my side and would always do anything for me and provided me the perfect upbringing.
My mother was the most wonderful person I have ever known, there is no one quite like her. She was such a massive part of my life and now that she is gone I guess I always assumed she always would be.
One never expects the sky to fall, as the sky is always there and always will be there. That is exactly how I felt about my mother.