Arusha

My Blog.
A mother dies : a daughter writes.

I had to write.
It took a long time, but i had to do it.
I wrote in a small cottage in Sweden, on a plane, on a train, inside IKEA, in seaside restaurant in southern France, in my friend's house whilst he was drilling the floor.
I had to write.

And now, i wish to share this Blog, this journey with mother's death, in the hope these words will mean something to others too.