She would dye her hair a different colour every other week.
The bag that sat on her lap had countless keyrings on it.
In fact there were more keyrings than bag.
She was someone you could talk to about anything With....However Quirky or emotional it was.
Even though i\'m not much of a singer.
(After realising only recently)
She would encourage me and give me advice with the high note\'s i couldn\'t and
still can\'t reach.
Not realising this at the time....my Mom lived for me and big Bro.
After being told that she probably wouldn\'t be able to have kid\'s....and more than likely
wouldn\'t live past 25/30/35
It\'s no surprise that we meant so much to her.
Not having the chance to get to really know her.
Whether i had the chance to say good bye or not.....i wasn\'t and never will be ready.