Breaking the Silence

It has been a month since my last post and well this silent treatment isn't really me. Now this post is a personal one so please feel free to skip if your are not in the mood. You see last month I got a text message which sent my world crashing down. Within two hours I was packing my bags and on my way home to Brisbane. My mum wasn't well and while I still struggle to find the right words, put simply, she passed away. I still feel numb from the shock but also very  lucky as I was able to hold her hand and see her one last time. 

No matter the situation, it is difficult to say goodbye. Some moments I feel okay and then it hits me like a ton of bricks and I feel overwhelmed by her loss. Life must go on, and I am trying to pick up the pieces and get back to London life. This post has been haunting me, not sure if I should address the issue or ignore it and pretend nothing has happened. As much as I would love to do the latter I thought just like our other European adventures I needed to address it.

Now, I am sure it is going to take some time to adjust. Wrestle with all those emotions and start to feel normal. It will (I hope) get easier, and for me, I could not have done this without my friends and boyfriend. I am very lucky to have so many wonderful people in my life, both sides of this crazy world. People who mean the absolutely world to me and because of their love kept me together. 

So I ask you all to enjoy a nice glass of red in my mum's honour. She was an incredible, strong woman who taught me to appreciate the arts. My love of films and photography grew from her encouragement. So ladies and gentlemen for the last time please let me introduce you my mum.

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