Wish you were here

Anniversaries and significant dates are always going to be tricky… or interesting… or devastating.

I am swinging wildly between them emotionally. It’s my birthday month and¬†I love a good birthday, I always have. You gave me that love of birthdays.

One minute I am absolutely fine and having a laugh… and then suddenly something catches me off guard and I’m reminded. I will will never see you or speak to you again, Mum.

I know I’m incredibly lucky to have had the years with you that I did, knowing that you were there thinking about me and always wanting the best for me.

I don’t want to diminish the¬†lovely people that are still in my life. I’m grateful for each and every¬†one of them and the love they have for me. I just don’t want you to be gone.

Tonight, for example. I had a fun evening out with my friends. ¬†Then I came home and I opened the post. There was a brochure for clothes that arrived today and it’s stuff that I like, so¬†I was leafing through the pages and thinking “no, there’s nothing I particularly want… (this is probably a good thing)…”

…and then I spotted something that two years ago I would have bought you for Christmas, and I thought “ooh, that would be good for Mum, she’d like that!”



I wish you were here.

So, so you think you can tell…
Heaven from hell, blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
A walk-on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here
We’re just two lost souls¬†swimming in a fish bowl,¬†year after year.
Running over the same old ground… and how we found
the same old fears; Wish you were here.

Wish you were here” – by¬†Roger Waters / Dave Gilmour ¬†/¬†Jon David

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