One of the things I’ve noticed in Italy is the reverence they have for death. Maybe it’s a Catholic thing.

But they don’t hide death, or illness, it’s as much a part of life, as living.

I find that reassuring somehow. I enjoyed the balance in your piece - the non-directional tone.

My mum died two years ago. She is the first person I have truly missed after they’re gone. I’ve grieved, but got on with life. But I miss my mum.

Strange really. I have led a busy convoluted life - with lots of travel, but she was always a constant.

I could always come “home” to my mum. That luxury is now passed, forever.