24/02/2026
Milestones, birthdays, anniversaries, all hit a bit differently when you've lost a loved one.
My Mum would have been 67 today.
It's no secret that Mum was a huge part of why I became a Celebrant. She saw something in me 16 years ago that, at the time, I didn’t even see in myself.
She was in love with my use of language, the way I could write a story or a poem that could rise from the page and come to life. How, in even the most difficult of circumstances, I could stand before tear stained eyes and deliver my words without a waver to my voice, not through lack of emotion or empathy but with a quiet determination that my words would give more voice, to whomever I was honouring, than my tears, or smiles, ever could.
She knew this was my path. There is a sadness to knowing that she didn't live to see me walk it, but also a pride that she set me off on it, in more ways than one.
On days like today, it's important that we find pockets of joy and pride and celebrate the lives of those who have shaped our very being.
Happy Birthday Mum. ❤️