09/10/2026
ONE YEAR WITHOUT YOU, MUM. 🤍🇮🇹
365 days ago, I said goodbye to the woman who gave me life. But what I’ve come to realise is that love doesn’t end when a life does. It simply finds another way to live on.
There was a reason I needed to bring Kye to Italy. A reason Venice felt so familiar, as though we’d been there before. And perhaps, in some way, we had.
Venice was Mum’s favourite place in the world. And this week, I had the privilege of bringing her home.
We carried her with us, not just in our hearts, but in a little necklace around Kye’s neck. Three generations, travelling together, just as we should have been.
And in the beautiful canals of Venice, we returned some of her ashes to the place that had once captured her heart.
It wasn’t goodbye all over again. It was bringing her back to somewhere she belonged.
I’ve spent much of my life trying to honour the women who came before me. My Nonna, my Mum, and now, as a mother myself, I understand more than ever the importance of what we leave behind.
Not money. Not possessions. But memories, values, strength, traditions and love.
The very things that were passed down to me are the things I now pass on to Kye.
He may never fully understand the significance of this journey until he’s older. But one day, he’ll look back at these photographs, remember the necklace he wore around his neck, and understand that he was part of something much bigger than a holiday.
He was part of bringing his grandmother home.
And perhaps that’s what legacy really is. Making sure the people we love continue to have a place in the lives of those who come after them.
From Nonna, to Mum, to me, and now to Kye.
Four generations. One family. A love that time, distance and even death cannot take away.
One year without you, Mum. But this time, instead of standing somewhere remembering where we lost you, we’re standing somewhere remembering everything you loved.
You made it back to Venice, Mum. And we made sure you didn’t make the journey alone. 🤍
Until we meet again.
