Remembering The Mothership

My Mum passed away on February 2nd. She was 66. She was hilarious, brave, complex, kind, resilient, gorgeous, and in her own words, “a bit of a character!”.

I called her The Mothership. It started in 2000 on this blog as a joke about how she would descend onto our flat at short notice to point out potential fire hazards and things we needed to clean. Think: “The Mothership is landing soon! Get the vacuum out!”.

But for me, the true meaning of The Mothership was the place, the person, that I could return to. No matter where we were in the world or what was going on. Through all the very tough stuff we navigated over the years. She was always there with unwavering love and bottomless belief when I couldn’t find it for myself. I hope she felt that mirrored in return.

I still can’t wrap my head around a world without her. Thank you, Mothership. I love you.

Originally posted on Instagram.