The woman that was always there It’s hard losing someone like Mum at the age where I have just started to develop an understanding for the sacrifices she made. Even in her darkest times she still managed to do the everyday tasks that she came to expect of herself. And In situations like these where we look back on what was, and try to live life based on what is. I can’t help but see the 5ft something woman that was always there. That formidable force that was stretched too thin helping everyone she knew. I hope that everyone is lucky enough to have someone like my Mother. Lucky enough to have that constant supply of support and courage that has shaped my character over the years. Because, in my heart I know how lucky I was to be brought up by the woman that was always there.