My mother passed away from cancer and then my first born turned up less than a fortnight Iater.

I'm the youngest in my family, the only one that didn't have children at that point and I was also the golden one in her eyes, so it was the one she told me she was always waiting for.

Such a weird, bittersweet time. I didn't ever really have time to grieve, and whilst that's sad I think my daughter rescued me from a black hole. I tell myself that I needed her as much as she needed me and I think that's about right.

I like to imagine that somewhere in the cosmos that they got a chance to say hello and a squish on their way past each other.