…certainly hope it does for I am bereft Mother, completely bereft without you. Then I stop and think and say No, that is not so. My daily life at work at the pharmacies, my life with Philippe and with other friends like Sarah and her family is pretty much as it was. Inside though, I am bereft, adrift and drifting without you - as my anchor, my wise counsellor and above all my mother who loved me unconditionally, always.

I am crying here, trying not to drop tears on the paper. So often I have berated myself with thoughts like: