Sunday was the anniversary of my mum's birthday.
Since I lost all my photos in the house fire, I was only a few pictures of her to cherish.
A cousin posted them one. I had never seen it before. It was a picture of her with me, and being photobombed by gran. Three generations all in one shot. Take in 1987, this was six months before she died a liver cancer. Take at my second cousin, once removed - Dee Dee's wedding.
So it was so wonderful to find this picture taken what seems like yesterday, yet so many years ago.
There is a day that passes I don't miss her.
