Sketch from a photo of my mum holding me as a baby. I lost her when I was 25, she was only 50 years old, far too young. My message in this post is to those who still have their Mum – it sounds obvious but you don’t know what you’ve got til its gone. Whatever they’re like, they’re still your Mum. Appreciate and make the most of them while you can, ask questions (and record the answers) about stuff no one else can tell you. It might be different when this happens in the later years, but life without them is tougher than you think. Especially when you’re mother now too.