"That old story? Clara Oswald, haven't you gotten tired of hearing?"
"No," I'd always say. "Not in a hundred lifetimes."
It's still true, and I have had so many lifetimes since then. Unfortunately, too many of them without my mum. She died 5 March, 2005, and I miss her every single day. But I wouldn't change a single moment, not even her death, because every day was always special with her. Every day was always full of so much potential. She made me a promise once when I got lost in Blackpool. She said that she would always come and find me, wherever I was, and I think that's true. I take her with me wherever I go, even here.
I just want to say to all you mums out there: thank you. You give us all something to look forward to, someone to look up to, and that is something spectacular. Again, thank you.