Harry's Blog

Sunday was the sixteenth anniversary of my mother's death. I find it hard to believe that sixteen years have passed since that awful day. I think about her every day and still miss her so much.

She had a huge influence on my life, her sense of commitment to family and right and wrong has always stayed with me. She was always one to support the underdog, the downtrodden and help those in need. While many pay lipservice to the ideals of being a Christian she was one of those rare people who lived a life based on love.

I can't claim to come close to matching her goodness, but I do try in my own small way, to live in a way that would make her proud of me. Much of the time I know I fail completely. But I try.

I have spent half my life apart from her now which doesn't seem at all fair really does it? To lose a parent when you are young is a life-changing event, you are never the same afterwards.