I will always miss the most amazing women who I called Mum. She was my best friend, I was able to talk to her about anything, even the things you would consider as embarrassing. I ended moving into her home, on Christmas Eve 2009. From that day, I will always cherish the memories I had in my home. She wasn’t just my career, she was my “Mother Bear” as she liked to call it, you could see that she really cared for me, and she treated me like her own daughter. I was in a bad place, she was the one who brought me out of it, she became the light in my day, she gave me hope, she helped me pick myself back up, and begin to live life again, I don’t think I ever experienced true happiness until I entered into that home that day. One morning when I was waiting to be dropped off at college, I was having a fight with Brendan, he was trying to take my phone off me, and I was shouting “Mum, tell him” I realized what I had said and felt embarrassed but she was smiling. The things I loved about her, was the fact that she would always be there for me, even late at night or even in the early hours of the morning, we would stay up late chatting away about anything and everything, while she would listen and give advice but never judge. She made me see things in a different light. All the things I had missed out on my childhood I got them all back, when it was Easter she would put some mini chocolate eggs under my pillow, she would treat me the same as she did with her son Brendan. I remember having fights with Brendan while he would chase me round with mosquito spray which was disgusting. When I am having a good day or bad day, I think of calling her. She said “I see so much of myself in you, and I am so proud of you, you are my daughter”. She called me “Cinderella” I was always cleaning everything, and didn’t have a chance to have a life outside of that before I moved in with my Mum. I always want to do my best not only for myself but for her too. She never failed to make me laugh, or put a smile on my face. It’s coming up to her two year anniversary of her passing. I was angry the day after her passing, because everyone was going about their daily chores, and I stood outside thinking – what are you doing?! Why are you all carrying on, do you not realise what just happened?! But then I soon realised life does carry on, what is important is what you do with it, it doesn’t get any better, it just get’s easier to cope with, she told me to continue to be strong, don’t ever be bitter about what happened, and don’t stop letting people into your heart.
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