11/10/2025
Whilst the feeling of grief has shifted and changed for me as the years have passed, there are still days when it can be felt more keenly and the hole inside created by my mum’s death when I was a teenager feels a bit rawer.
In the build up to my accreditation day I felt conscious that there could be a moment or two of upset and sadness at the cold hard fact that this was yet another important occasion she would not be there to share. Tuesday evening these emotions came to the surface as I held one of her photos and thought of how much she has missed.
Thursday morning, the big day as it were, I placed my locket containing a small image of her around my neck as a way of feeling she was with me and then whilst driving along to the venue spontaneously pulled my car to the side of the road. I decided to play her favourite song on my phone to use a different sense to feel her presence.
Returning home later I had some gifts and cards from my family. My dad, a person very much brought up with the Unwritten Rule of men don’t talk about or openly show emotions, had chosen the card on the left in which he wrote just a few words: “Yet another achievement to make me very proud of you.”
I chose on this rare occasion not to make a teachable moment of the point that in PBs we can’t make people feel anything but rather to focus on the beautiful sentiment expressed within, whereby he was openly saying he felt proud of me.
This provided the third piece of connection with my mum on that very special day as I often crave to ask her whether she feels proud of what I do, and more importantly, who I am becoming. I like to think she would agree with my dad’s words and would feel the pride he does too.