My mum flies home today after a three week vacation here with me and mine.

It's been a wonderful time....I don't want it to end.  I don't want her to go home.  I don't want to put her on a plane and have the big Atlantic separating us again.  I don't want to let her go.

I'm not going to let her go.  We have re-established the mother-daughter relationship again; we've re-connected in a way that I wish I had the words to adequately explain....we're close again, and I refuse to let that go.

Time and distance are all relative, and love can span ANY ocean or continent.  We have a bond that cannot, and will not, be broken....not by time, not by distance, not even by death (that's been on my mind because I'm acutely aware that this may be the last time we see each other).  Losing my dad has taught me to not leave anything un-said, to not wait until Mother's Day or Christmas or birthdays to tell your parent just how much you love and appreciate them. 

I haven't left anything un-said.  I haven't let any opportunity pass me by - and I've even created a few opportunities to tell her that I love her and am incredibly proud to be her child.

We may be apart, but we're not separated.

I am not letting her go.