Mum on her wedding day, 1974.
Mothers day is a bittersweet day for me. Bitter because it’s nearly twenty years since she passed away and so much as happened since that I wish she was able to be a part of.
Sweet because of the number of people that have stepped into that void over the years – my dad, my aunties, my friends’ mums, my mum’s friends and Lynne, my stepmum. People who I have extraordinary relationships with and who I am forever thankful for.
(Ironically, I was hanging out with Aunty Gabs today, the brunette bridesmaid, and wife of mum's brother, my uncle)