My mum and suicide
It's Mother's Day here in the UK, and a day that is really very hard for me. My mum died when I was 18, you see, and even now, 15 years on, I still miss her and wish that today of all days, I could spend some time with her. Thing is, I'm not even sure how we'd spend the day, I didn't know her as an adult. I can only imagine that I'd have bought her some flowers and we'd probably go for lunch somewhere and we'd talk about things, like how my baby son, Franz, cries all night [...]