The world is a sadder, more silent place now. It has lost a laugh.
It’s lost more than that. It’s lost the beautiful 15 year old girl who first set eyes on the handsome guitarist in a local band.
It’s lost the beautiful bride in her Dickensian gown and bonnet.
It’s lost the wife who took her wedding vows seriously and who loved and cherished and comforted and supported her husband for 45 years.
It’s lost a mother who nursed her son and daughter when they were ill, who provided strength in their darkest times, and who celebrated every one of their successes with them.
It’s lost a mother-in-law who had so much love to give, she opened her arms not just to her children’s husband and wife, but to their extended families as well.
It’s lost a daughter who helped nurse her elderly mother through ill health.
It’s lost a sister who has always looked out for her younger brother.
It has lost a woman who was so selfless that even as she lay in a hospital bed in the last few hours of her life, her thoughts were of family and friends and neighbours who might be worrying about her, and she insisted that texts were sent to reassure them all.
The world has lost all of these things in one special lady – my mom. But the thing I shall miss most is her laugh.
She had an infectious giggle that made everyone else join in, even when they had no idea what was funny. Often she’d be laughing so much she couldn’t explain why. We used to sit up late, joking together, and many’s the time she kept my poor Dad awake, giggling long into the night about things we’d been saying.
I love you Mom. I’m going to miss our girly lunches. I’m going to miss our girly shopping trips. I’m going to miss our long chats. I’m going to miss exchanging random text messages with you. But most of all, I’m going to miss laughing with you.