I miss my mother

My mother died three months ago, and I miss her. It bubbles quietly underneath my days - days that are cheerful except for the horrors in Gaza - and then a wave of sadness comes along. I'm in one now. A kind neighbour said yesterday "There's nothing you can do to make it better, and nothing you can do to hurry it along." She's right.

Below is a picture of my mother (sixth from the left) demonstrating in 2003 against the invasion of Iraq. She was 85 then. She was a star. What will survive of us is love.