Today

It's 24th March. My Mum would have been 75 today. All day I've been weighted down with all the memories, mostly painful, but not all of them. Earlier on I wished to myself that she'd lived just a bit longer, so that we might have had the chance for some sort of resolution. Well she didn't, and that's all there is to it. That's really sad for me, because underneath it all she was a really good woman. We had a lovely relationship towards the end of her life.
I will never fully understand, though, why she needed to marry that monster. I could see that, in time, she regretted it too. I do miss my Mum, but can't say the same for him. I'm glad he's dead. More's the pity it couldn't have  happened before my Mum met him.