We spoke most days, usually at supper time when I was in the kitchen stirring the pot - it was a habit. Even now, after two and a half years, if the phone rings I think for just an instant that it is Mum ringing to see how the day has gone. It breaks my heart. Sometimes I think to myself, I will just ring and tell her something that has happened in the day ..... and then I remember. In that split second, that nanosecond, the world stops and everything is back to the way it was before she died, and everything seems right again.