Hello, Mom. I was thinking today about the longest holiday I've ever been on. It was two weeks in Spain. In the 57 years I've been alive that would have been the longest I didn't see you. And now you've been gone for nearly three weeks. Three weeks will soon turn into three months, and then three years and so on. I hate you not being here. The longest I've been without you will always be now. I miss everything about you; your humour, your preoccupation with food, your happiness around my children, and all your grandchildren, your funny faces, even your tales of waiting for numbers at bingo. Mostly I will miss how every room you were in was a place of unconditional love and kindness for all of us. For the rest of my life, I know there will be at least one moment in every single day where I will think of you. Goodbye, Mom. I love you and will always miss you.