Wednesday 5 July 2017
My mother died on June 5th, at the age of 57, after a long fight with breast cancer. Every day since has been filled with a hollow, echoing loneliness — like someone shouting into an empty room. So when the feeling is too much, I reach for her iPhone. I watch the videos of her talking to my brother, or read the text messages she sent me in better times. Something about holding this device as she did and looking through all the things she thought were important gives me a comfort I don’t think I’d have otherwise. Her phone…
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