November 17th 2011

Today, all things aside, it was better. 
Last night we made a plan. Harry Potter movie night. My go-to guy. Good ol’ Harry.
My boyfriend woke up and trekked to the city. My brother and I on the hunt for popcorn buckets and a popcorn machine. I laughed a lot more.

November 18th 2011 

Today I woke up and cried. I woke up and thought it was all a dream. It wasn’t though, and I cried. I look in to mum’s face a lot today, it was almost surreal. It is hard to wake up in the morning, knowing last week your mum was capable of a conversation, and now you can’t even tell if her mind is there. 

I walked in mid morning, she had been asleep all day. I kissed her on the forehead and whispered “I love you mum” to which she opened her eyes and smiled. I will remember that moment forever.

I went shopping today, with my Grandy. We bought the outfit for mum to be buried in. Some commented ‘thats a bit premature’. I don’t think so, I think this is all apart of the healing process.

But tonight, I held my mum’s hand and told her I loved her. Then I cried.