She is the main reason I started writing: to relive our memories together, because I miss her, because I missed her most of my life to be honest as she was not around much, at least not as I would have wanted her to be.

And loved life more than anyone I know.

Her life was patched with break-ups, unsuccessful marriages, tragedies – she was always looking for something but never seemed to find it. Suffering with mental health issues all her life starting as a child, growing woman and then for the rest of her life.

Especially the adventurous ones.

Love you Mum, I hope you can read these…