Mother’s Day: A Letter to the One I Miss the Most

Dear Mum,

Another Mother’s Day is here, and once again, I find myself searching for the right words—words that could somehow capture everything you meant to me, everything you still mean. But how do you put into words a love so infinite, a presence so irreplaceable, a loss so profound?

The world keeps moving, as if nothing has changed. Shops fill with flowers, greeting cards, and gifts meant for mothers still here. And yet, for those of us who have lost you, this day feels different. It is a day of love, yes—but also of longing, of memories that hold both warmth and ache.

I think about the moments we shared—the sound of your laughter, the way your arms felt like home, the way you always seemed to know exactly what to say. You were my greatest protector, my fiercest advocate, the quiet force behind every success and every lesson learned. And now, in your absence, I carry those lessons forward, even when the weight of them feels heavy.

Mum, if love alone could have kept you here, you would have lived forever. And in some ways, you do. You live in the stories I tell, in the habits I’ve unknowingly picked up from you, in the way I love, in the way I fight for the things that matter. You live in me.

I won’t pretend it doesn’t hurt. It does. But today, instead of just grieving, I want to honour you. I want to celebrate the woman who shaped me, who gave me life, who loved me beyond measure. Because even in loss, there is gratitude. And I am grateful—so incredibly grateful—to have been loved by you.

So this Mother’s Day, I don’t need gifts or cards. All I need is a moment to whisper into the universe: Thank you, Mum. Thank you for everything. I miss you. I love you. And I always, always will.

💐 To all those who are missing their mothers today—you are not alone. Their love remains, always.

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