I miss my Mum

The day that we found out our embryos had stopped growing, my Mum hopped on a plane for a well-earned seven week holiday in Europe. I know it's only seven weeks, and I have Murray and my friends, but damn I miss my Mum. I miss having her no-nonsense voice on the end of the phone, or being able to talk about anything. I know there are phones and we can speak to each and all that but I don't want to spoil her holiday. I wish she was here to give me a big hug and tell me everything is going to be okay. Somehow I always believe it when she says it.