We said good bye to my mum yesterday. We waved good bye to the taxi as it carried her down the hill and around the corner. Then waited a little longer, looking down the road. We went inside and Stella face cracked, she cried, "Nannie, done?". "Yes, Sweetie, Nannie done. I'm sad too."
It was a hard day. It's been a hard week. And my Mum came through for me and was here, doing exactly what I needed. Which, yesterday morning, was folding my laundry and watching my kid.