You always felt you hadn't done a good job as a mother. For what reason I'm not really sure. I know you felt guilty about hitting us when we were kids. I don't blame you for that and I don't think any of us do. If being too involved and interfering meant you were a bad mum then I guess that's true too. But you had to make up for a somewhat uninvolved and absent father, so I don't blame you for that either. What overrides any of the failings you may have had as a mother was the immense amount of love and generosity that you had for your children (and others) - we were always your number one priority and you let us know it all the time. I remember when I was doing a traineeship on the other side of town that the bus trip home was sometimes such a drag when the bus times didn't match properly. So sometimes I would call you to see if you had time to pick me up from Newmarket. I felt bad about asking, because I only had to wait half an hour. But you harly ever said no. I loved those trips home with just you and me in the car chatting about anything and everything. What I wouldn't do be sitting chatting with you now. I miss you mum.