Yahoo News 'To all of you out there who have lost their mums, I am sending you a big hug'
Here’s something many of you will sadly relate to. I’ve had a nagging feeling of depression for a week now.
I didn’t know why as right now I am in a good place. Then suddenly I released, my brain was telling me it was coming up to my late mother’s birthday and the anniversary of her death.
It just hit me like a brick, May 1, her birthday and May 7, is when I lost her, all those years ago. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t talk to her, or kiss her picture, yet this always happens, I get the same depression.
Like all of you who have had a good relationship with their mum, or dad, we are the lucky ones. Sadly there are many that haven’t, which upsets me as they are missing out on so much.
I still go on a pilgrimage to West Kirkby, leaving my car where my mum’s shop used to be and going for a walk around the houses I lived in, and all the places we used to go to. Sitting here writing this week’s column, looking at what I have achieved in life, I have to say, it’s all because of my mum - Hilda May Price.
She gave me a future, and sacrificed so much for me, especially after my dad lost his business. I was too young to realise how she struggled as a single mum.
My dad was a wife-beater so she threw him out and started again. Now I am older, I realise how hard that must have been, how lost she must have felt, and depressed.
Being adopted, as my birth mother has also gone, it makes me wonder where I would have been today if she hadn't have given me away. Which, I must say was the best thing, apart from bringing me into the world, that she could have done.
I have a million memories of my mum, Hilda, here’s a couple of them. The time I bought her a goblin teasmade for beside her bed.
She thought she was a millionairess, having such luxury first thing in the morning. And when I finally got enough money to buy her a mink jacket.
I took her to a posh restaurant and the waiter asked if he could take her jacket. She declined, and kept it on throughout the meal, the sweat was pouring off her, but the jacket was never going to leave her shoulders.
Something that always makes me laugh, was the indignity I felt when she started taking housekeeping. I was shocked and hurt.
I look back and realise that the money covered nothing, but boy did it give me values. The saddest thing was that I could not give her grandchildren because of my sexuality.
These days it would have been a different story. I miss my mum every day, loved her unconditionally, as she gave me the most amazing grounding.
To all of you out there who have lost their mums, I am sending you a big hug.
