Day 16.048: First of lasts

Today marks one year since I last saw my mother in person - we said our undramatic goodbyes while I stayed an extra day to spend some time with my sister. Earlier in the day we'd all gone for a short walk in the woods. Mum was a little unsteady on her feet, although she rallied considerably in the weeks after this.

Soon after I returned to the US, we started planning a family trip to see everyone in June. In the end, that trip would coincide with her funeral.

These anniversaries are hard, but filled with love and appreciation for the time we had together as well as sadness.