Memories of Mum

Sitting around the campfire I stare at the flames and sparks that dance all over the burning wood, and think of the warmth I always felt from my mother. I am feeling raw and vulnerable and find myself struggling to cope with her recent death. She was the strongest woman I know and I still need her.The unconditional love and utmost generosity she showed to her loved ones is on my mind and I am so sad that she has gone. I would give anything to touch her face and stroke her hair again but know I cannot change the present. She was old but she was my mother and I am broken. The flames are inviting and I think of my childhood and the open fireplace in our living room, where dad is stoking the fire and mum is preparing jiffy pies to cook over the embers. I ask myself, who do I go to now for advice and who is there to comfort me. Who will be my confidant since I am now an adult orphan.