It was only a year ago today on that ever so dark day in my heart when I lost a precious loved one, but with a year having passed, I look back on such a year having tried so hard to move on. When you lose a part of the reason why your heart beats, you don’t think you’ll ever breathe the same way again; and the truth is, you don’t. Your heart grows to breathe another way whether for better or worse. Despite the struggle which is expected, I’m fortunate to say my heart grew again to breathe for the better. Scents of their favourite perfume – of their smell – on their coats and clothes; unopened things written by them, even their handwriting you might miss. Memories of her in the kitchen cooking like how a beautiful and loving mother only could; not a step or anywhere in the house where you look won’t remind you of them and places too where you had gone together. Films you watched with one another, their favourite songs; every aspect of their happiness or sadness – even the way other people remind you of them. Such a wonder why it’s hard to move on, but you do. Mother, you gave me life and with your life and through your passing, you gave me a responsibility – through you I found my purpose for life. You’re a beauty whose love will rarely be compared to but by only one. I love you and in my heart your memory will never grow tired, your love will never be lost, neither your beauty nor my reason for why you gave me life. My words don’t say how much you mean to me, I’m sorry if I never gave you enough in words or love, but in the end, you knew how much I loved you; and in your passing, you know how much I always will. I love you for all my eternity. 'The World shall inherit hope in memory of the one who needed it most'.