Three years on.

Three years ago on the 5th February, 3 days before her birthday, my Step Mum, Jan, died. She married my Dad when I was just 3 and although they divorced when I was about 16 I still saw her regularly. We got on really well and I think it's fair to say she was and still is an inspiration to me. I remember how I was looking through my sisters' cupboard one day and found her prom dress, it was emerald green and absolutely gorgeous. I just couldn't get my head around the fact that our mum had made it. 

So many things I enjoy doing now stem from the time I spent with that part of my family. Sometimes I wish we could all go back 10 years.

In the Czech Republic on holiday at my brother Darrens' house. I can't remember what year but I would guess about 2005/6.

One of my favourite pictures of us together was taken in 1994, down at the stables where she used to ride. I rarely got to go there as they would try to ride on the weekends I wasn't there, so they got to spend more time with me. Looking back I really wish they'd just gone when I was there and that I could have had lessons too. Especially as it's something I really love now. I wish I could share that with her.  

Me and Mama with Lady. 

I miss her.