RESERVED for Ulrika 
“I could not count the times during the average day when something would come up that I needed to tell him. This impulse did not end with his death, what ended was the possibility of response “ The year of magical thinking by Joan Didion.   I have lost both my mum and stepmom to cancer. And even though it was many years ago, I still have days that I think of something that I wanted to ask. Sometimes a recipe, sometimes heart advice. My biggest desire is to be able to introduce my husband and children to them. One of my fond memories of my stepmom is how often we would meet one another in the kitchen in the middle of the night- often the very early hours of the day;  for milo and a chat.  When we ran out of milo we’ll make custard. Anything milky and slightly sweet ☺️ .  You can’t go around grief, the only way is through it and on the other side you are left with the good memories, the good conversations and milo in the middle of the night. Part of the #squareathon

21cm square oil painting on watercolour paper

Milo Memories