Dear Mum,

I miss you is such an understatement, yet it’s all I can seem to come up with. People tell me that each day gets better, but somehow that’s really hard for me to believe.

The past three weeks have been a complete blur, everything seems too surreal, and at the end of each day I still wait for you to walk through the door. I wait to hear your laugh, and I come home at the end of the day, wishing you were here because I have so much to tell you.

Dad’s doing well, but god he miss’s you. He get’s up every morning, and just carries on like every other normal day. But he visit’s your grave every day; he wants it to be perfect for you. It’s hard for him though, going to sleep in your bed every night. I know he struggles. Then there’s John. We don’t know what to do with him. I am so scared of losing him too mum; he just goes out and gets drunk, that’s all he ever does. I want him to be okay though.

Jono said to me the other day, “Every time I come over, I look into their room – just in the hopes that she might be there. I miss her too.” He loved you mum. It’s our first anniversary today, I’m glad he got to meet you though, he got to see how amazing you where.

It’s hard not to cry mum. I know you would want me to be strong but, but it’s just not fair. I miss you so much already, and it’s only been three weeks – I still have the rest of my life without you.

I love you mum, forever.