to the bravest lady i know......

i don't think i have ever met someone as brave as my mum

every day she continues to blow me away with her strength 

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today was hard

.

i went to visit her and she wanted to tell me so many things

but she just couldn't

the words just wouldn't come out

i can read my mum

like most daughters can

i watch her eyes

they tell a million stories

.

i just sat with her today

i rubbed her back

i held her hand

i told her what i had planned

i told her stories

i told her what all my best friends were up too 

she smiled

and listened

i took a beautiful photo of me and my brother up and pinned it on her board

she smiled and whispered

'beautiful'

i wanted so bad to climb into bed with her

i just want to spend every second curled up next to her

.

my visits are becoming shorter and shorter as she is wearing out rather quick these days

and usually falls asleep mid conversation

mouth open and all 

bless her heart

i love kissing her shiny hair free head

i love her smell

i love her kind eyes

i love her so much

.

i know its another sad blog

but today i'm really feeling it

i have to feel it

in order to brave it

x