My mother loved this song.
She was an extraordinary woman. I don’t know many women, particularly my age, who can say that their mother liked Nirvana. Like me, she loved Kurt Cobain’s voice, which she particularly enjoyed in this heartfelt song.
My mother would have celebrated her 65th birthday yesterday. In the eight years that she has been gone, there hasn’t been a single day when I haven’t missed her. Sometimes the pain is unbearable, something it’s as much a part of me as my left thumb, and I notice it about as much. I consider that a good thing. It means I still love her, but it also means that life goes on. Nobody could constantly live with that pain.
I miss you lots, mum. <3