In the summer of 2014, the only significance of 12/12/14 was that it would be the last day of the school term. It also ended up being the day Mum died, just 8 days after Dad died, on 4/12/14.
Here she is, that woman who survived those 8 precious days on just fresh air and love, helping me through my first week on earth without my Dad. The woman who urged me to live *my* life, and who faced death with her usual courage and humility, and with no regrets.
Those 8 days were filled not with sadness, but with memories, laughter, Christmas Carols, and her whispered prayer.