It's a year since my mum died.
At 2:15 in the afternoon June 22nd 2005, as we were sitting inside Cologne Airport waiting for the connecting flight to Liverpool in our mad dash to get back in time, she slipped away.
My body still reacts with surprise whenever I think of it. Maybe it's a kind of visceral amnesia - I know it but I still don't feel it...
How long does it take to get over things like this? And what is that supposed to mean, "things like this"? What other thing is like this?
Hmm...I don't think I can write about this.
If you know what I mean then you will know what I mean and if you don't know what I mean then you won't.