If she hadn't died fourteen years ago, tomorrow would have been my mother's seventy-fourth birthday. My mum was capable of great goodness and great cruelty. I have experienced both in large helpings. My mum was a bit of a paradox, and I'm still trying to work it all out. I don't know if I ever will. For the last ten years or so of her life, we had a wonderful relationship. I love my mum and still miss her.
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