Hello,
I thought it would be a very long time before I had to write anything like this, but two days ago, I lost my beautiful mum.
As such, I can't even contemplate what life looks like for our family now, never mind plan/write books. She was our everything and no-one loved to read my stories more than she did.
We always talked about what I'd be when I grew up. I'm in my thirties and I still talked about what I wanted to be growing up. Now, in the cold harsh of reality I finally know. I want to be her. I want to possess all the goodness she did, and be the mother she was to me.
Updates may happen sporadically or not at all. I don't anything any more, except for one thing. All that I and my daughter am, and all that we will be, will have been irrevocably shaped by her.
Take care,
Marie xxx