11/04/2026
Today as I write, I'm reflecting on the loss of a mother and I read these words by Donna Ashworth:
"For she did not leave, mother's cannot leave. They are in you, look inside, she's there and that is unable to be taken now. That is yours to keep forevermore."
I am very fortunate to still have my mum with us, but I have supported so many families who say to me, "but she was just always there," and I see that pain โ the deep ache that comes from losing someone who felt like part of the very structure of life itself.
A motherโs presence is often so constant, so woven into the everyday, that we donโt always notice how much of our safety, our identity, and our comfort rests in her being there. And when she is no longer physically present, it can feel as though something fundamental has shifted.
But I also see something else. I see the way their mum lives on in them โ in the phrases they use, in the recipes they cook, in the way they soothe their own children, in the quiet strength they didn't even realise they had.
Because love like that doesnโt disappear. It settles. It roots itself. It becomes part of who we are.
So when someone says, "she was just always there," I gently think โ she still is. Just in a different way. In your kindness, in your resilience, in your memories, and in the love you continue to give.
Some bonds arenโt broken by death. They simply change shape. ๐
Today my candle burns brightly for a mum, a Nanny, an "Old Nanny" who will be missed by all who knew and loved her but who lives on in all the ways she touched their hearts. A mother is never truly gone ๐