Last Saturday marked the sixth month since my Mum passed away, and we (my husband and I) visited her grave to lay some flowers. I still find it very surreal standing over the piece of ground where she’s been laid to rest, alongside both her parents. My husband told me to stand and talk to her about our news— our baby journey, family updates, and the house. Having been so used to contacting her daily via FaceTime for so many years, not having the connection is something I am finding difficult but found last weekend to be a bit soothing. Maybe she is listening somewhere.