Last year was a very tough time for many people who lost loved ones during the pandemic, including myself. I was studying for my Masters degree at the time, and I was very lucky to have supervisors who understood my situation and arranged for me to take an interruption and come back this year.
In January of this year, I returned to my studies and began working on a lab project in collaboration with a pharmaceutical company. Recently, the work that I have been doing was submitted as an abstract and will be published in a scientific journal, which I am so happy about. I was overcome with surprise and excitement, I could not believe it when I was told I would be an author.
However, amongst these happy emotions a wave of sadness hit me. As I shared this news with my family I had the realisation that I could not share the news with my mum. I would like to think she would be proud of me. I just wish I could share this with her.
She used to be the first person I would go to for everything and she was my biggest fan. There have been many times where I have wished I could have shared things with my mum, but this is the first big news that I have received since her death, so it has been a novel experience.
I am not sure if the feeling of wanting to tell my mum will ever go away, but I know that she would have been cheering me on had she been here.