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  • It was 17th May 2005. About noon. Norway's national day of independence. The weather was spring-like but with a brisk reminder that the snow had just melted. The sun and white clouds wrestled for attention.

    I was sitting outside at the front porch of my mum's house. I was dressed in a red, knee-length dress and wearing black high heels which was a miracle in itself as I have never been able to walk longer than a few feet in high heels. It was a day of celebration. Norway celebrating another year of independence, the sun was getting warmer by the day and it had been 3 months since my mum's all clear from cancer.

    I heard footsteps from behind and I turned my head. My mum was leaning against the porch door with two glasses of sparkly wine. She looked at me expectantly. I laughed. "But, mom, you've always told me not to drink in the afternoon" I said teasingly. "Well that was then, this is now" she said and handed me a glass. We both smiled.

    Little did I know this would be my last memory of my mum happy. She died on 9th September 2005.
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