My mother, Lorna, died 23 years ago today. I had the great fortune to go tonight to the launch of an art space connected with one of the business partners of the organisation for which I work. I spoke to colleagues and met new people and it was wonderful to be surrounded by art and good conversation.
As always happens, the build-up to the anniversary of Lorna's death is far worse than the actual day.
I wonder if it ever changes? Probably not.
How life would have been different if she had lived for longer than she did. But she didn't and that's how life is and we must make the best of what we are given.