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My mom passed away 2 weeks ago on Monday, from a heart attack. She was only 55. Mercifully, it happened quickly and she didn't suffer. We went down to Durban immediately to be with the rest of our family, do all the arranging and all the things that needed doing. We had a small memorial gathering on the first weekend after she passed away, and an incredible number of people, some travelling from across the country, came to pay their respects. She was cremated and as she'd requested before, we laid her ashes to rest at a family farm outside Dundee, in KZN, this weekend. A beautiful place. We got back to Joburg a few days ago, and my sister and brother in law have just flown back to the UK.

Everyone's holding up quite well, but returning now to routine and a normalcy that'll never be the same, reality starts sinking in. I'm sure that anyone who's lost a loved one knows what it feels like. For me, it feels like there's this big hole inside of me and I haven't quite wrapped my mind around the fact that my mother's no longer with us. Time heals I know, but before the healing can start it also gives more occasion to be reminded of how much of a loss it is.

I don't have much more to say, really. Anyone who knew my mom knew she was a very special person. I was blessed to have had a mother like her, I was blessed to have had such a close and rewarding relationship with her, and I was blessed for everything she did for and gave to me and for everything she raised me to be. I miss her now, and I always will.