There are few sure things in this life, and one of them is you have a Mum. You may not know her or have loved her but she makes you who you are for better and for worse.
My Mum died this summer, suddenly tripping and falling like a Chagall, over a wall. Flying through the air to land abruptly on her head. The life struck out of her. If only she had been wearing a crash helmet, if only the wall had been higher, and the fall smaller. If only.
I saw her three times a week or more, I told her everything and she listened and would then ask me some infuriating question that was always spot on. She made me think widely and with compassion. She loved me unconditionally and I am still trying to find out what it is like to live without this love.
This video pieces her back to life for me from a stills shoot we did for Liminal Spaces, she is with me briefly.