My first Mother’s Day ever without my hero. 3pm she was outside in that mustang 5.0 ready to pick me up everyday of my life, after school. I would always tell her to stay in the car because her legs where so bad both knees where fused together. It was painful to walk, but she never wanted me to not see her there. She was the only stability I ever had in my life. Cup of tea at breakfast, cup of tea with homework. Kiss on the forehead and a cold wash cloth when I got home from practice. My silent hero. All she ever wanted was a kiss and a hug. Maybe twice a month a trip to the pub. If I was happy, she was happy. The pretty little songs she would sing from her stage days would linger across the house as she did laundry or made dinner. My hero never had a cape. She had a skirt and flats. A funny English accent and could barely walk. I just wish I was able to fly to her rescue for once. I love you, Nana. #HappyHeroDay.