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Let me introduce you to a beautiful woman called Janine. Born in Peckham Rye in South London (although she would kill me for telling you that, 'South Dulwich' would be her answer), on June 12th 1959. She was a very well behaved Catholic school girl with long blonde hair, who enjoyed baking and dancing. Theatrical and dramatic, definitely, but with a huge heart.
She became a primary school teacher, which she loved, and it was clear that it was a true talent as she made a real impact on her students. 6 year old children who remembered her throughout their lives and kept in contact well into their thirties.
She was never seen without a full face of beautiful makeup and her trademark 'fingers in a socket' wacky hair. Always dressed elegantly and wearing heels, with a luxurious designer handbag on her arm.
She gave a lot to charity and later on volunteered in a local school for disabled children. She felt this was a true calling.
She had a big, crazy laugh which probably wouldn't sound out of place coming out of the mouth of a disney villain. 
The life and soul of a room and the first person to offer help.
This wonderful human is my mummy and it still pains me to have to write about her in the past tense, because the sad reality is that I lost my mum, my best friend, on September 29th 2015.
She was merely 56 years old and I, 26.

My name is Jessica and I have chosen to tell my story as I have trawled the internet trying to find people who understand me and who have also lost a parent at a young age. There is surprisingly not a lot of information, only websites and support groups for children and teenagers or adults in general. Most of the adults you hear from have parent's who have died in their 70's and 80's. Losing a parent is always a heartbreaking experience, however at this age it is a little more expected, and the children would usually have their own families already.

So where does this leave me? There is a smaller amount of us who are young adults; perhaps still living at home, without children or husbands, who are thrown into a terrifying world without our loved ones at an age where we never expected them to be gone.
I won't have my mum at my wedding. She will never meet my children.

I want to share my experiences in the hope that it might help someone in a similar situation to not feel alone or act as a guide to what grief and being a young adult carer feels like.
We need to be more open about the topic of death and make it not so taboo.

So, please let me tell you our story and walk you through my journey.



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  1. Beautifully written account of my amazing big sister by my equally amazing niece <3 xxx

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