My Butterfly: A Mother's Day Reflection

Time hasn't eased the ache of her absence – the silence where her voice used to be, the chill where her warmth once was. It's incredibly difficult.

So, I drew. It's a way of acknowledging Mum, a small offering to ease the pain. It doesn't feel like enough, but it's something.

It's a reminder to all of us, especially those who still have their mothers: nothing lasts forever. Never take them for granted. This includes our fathers, whatever our circumstances.

I've attended many funerals. Friends warned me to cherish my parents while I could, but I didn't truly grasp the meaning until now. Seeing children with their parents – at school, shopping, in the park, holding hands – is heart-wrenching. I envy them.

Then I think of the children orphaned from birth, or those who lost their parents so young they never knew what love felt like. It's profoundly upsetting, a tragedy. We take our parents for granted; I did.

Mother's Day is every day. Father's Day is every day. Love, cherish, and respect them always.

Finally, if you know anyone currently struggling with the loss of their parents, please reach out. Even a small gesture of support can make a world of difference.

Please feel free to share this journal entry with anyone you care about. Thank you for taking the time to read this message.

Love you, Mummy,

Your Son