I’ve spent time today thinking about how we take so many images – thanks to the digital age.

Having spent a stupid amount of time looking at images both physically and digitally. How important they are when they are gone … I can look back at images of my Mum and it doesn’t dull the pain but it soothes the soul in the memories that get thrown to the forefront of my mind when I see them. Holidays, graduations, weddings … but I want images of the mundane things – us curled up on the sofa watching Dirty Dancing, eating hot donuts at Great Yarmouth seafront.

I don’t want those memories to go, to fade, to disappear through time.

It feels wrong to be making new ones without her being a part of them. But I have to keep on living. The question is how do I cope without her?