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It's been 25 months since my mother was last awake and alive, and 23 months since her death. I am spending the last two nights in her flat before the remaining content of it is thrown out.

It's a very strange feeling. She lived for memories, and her flat has an overwhelming quantity of photos in it. Boxes and boxes. It's strange to throw that out.

I miss her, a bit for myself but much more for her extreme love of children that my kids will not experience. And I miss the worldview I had ...