Today is the 11th anniversary of my mum’s murder.
In a way it don’t seem as long but in another way it seems way longer it’s hard to explain i guess it’s like when a year goes by fast and another goes slow.
Today I’m just going to be remembering my mum and not how she died.
Other than her murder there is not too much I can remember but I try to remember as much about her as I can some of the memories are what of people have told me and then I came to remember them, Some are of the true times with my mum.
But the fact is today is the day she was found after her murder and I hope soon something turns up.
It was Sunday 10th august 1997 same day as today.