I keep thinking about all the things you'll never do again, Mama, and all the things you left unfinished. I wish you could see me graduate, see Marnie get her first house, see Shannon in a job she loves. And I especially wish I could have seen you living in a little corner of Spain like you wanted, drinking too much tea and not enough water and enjoying the sun and laughing and just completely happy. That's what you deserve, not this. But I'm glad to have at least had you as long as I did, and I'm glad that I tried to treat you right. I'm going to miss you everyday, Mummy, I love you too much not to.