My Mum, passed away on January 9th 2004, after being brushed with unforgiving and toxic Cancer.
I'm relieved the end for Mum came when it did, as she was such a strong, determined woman, that watching her whittle away to a submissive shell of herself was most unbearable.
The time since my realisation has been a little hazy, I've been a little slow to get out of the starting blocks most days since, and feeling a little hollow and "emo"
Personally I find it a little tricky to pull my socks up and be a big girl at times like this, although I really don't see a need to put on a fake smile.
I loved my Mum as most daughters do! I know that as my birthday approaches I will continue to get a little "whispy and tearful". It's good for me to honour my feelings, but equally, now acknowledged, I need to pull my socks up and get on with celebrating, just as she would have.
PS: I didn't use my jandals today, instead I talked to dozens and dozens of interesting men and woman who work for Westpac, it was great to be seen as such a positive role model for them and share my adventures with Weight Watchers and my own personal weight loss journey. I only hope I inspired some of those in need to come along to a community meeting and see just what an amazing difference they can make to their lives with a few small adjustments to food intake and choices. I felt a little mean and miserable though when it came to my own meeting tonight at Riccarton - I felt totally sucked dry, and was a bit of a blank when it came time to deliver my meeting....
There is a lesson in that too - and packing adequate snacks!
Picture attached is a much fatter Ali, with a very unwell Mummy!
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