Photograph: Rachel Martin
My mum succumbed aged 31 when I was six years old. My sister was four years old. We were raised by my father and maternal grandparents. I recollect being told that mum had died and gone to heaven. My sister told me not to sob mum was there to have her leg stimulated better then she would come back to us, but deep down I knew that death was final.
I have a few lovely memories of my mum but not many. I remember her singing in the kitchen, taking us to assure our grandparents, and one Christmas morning when she wore a spotted navy dress for church.
I also recollect her smelling. After she passed away I would sit in her wardrobe smelling her clothes and handbags before my father get rid of everything. They smelled faintly of her perfume.
I recollect the last day I ensure her as I was being driven away from the hospital as she was waving goodbye. She was wearing a lime green dress and blue slippers.
I dont know if I ever told my mum that I loved her. I wish I knew that.
I regret my mum didnt ensure me grow up. She would never know my success. She would never meet my wonderful spouse or my wonderful son. I am so envious of my friends who have mums to share everything with.
If I could send a message to my younger ego it would be: do not feel guilty or responsible for your mums death.
Tim, 45, Sheffield: I wish Id told my mum how I missed my dad
My dad became ill when I was only just three, and succumbed after a few months. It devastated my mum, but she doesnt like to show her emotions, so it was never actually discussed. Me and my younger friend were just told the facts in a very straightforward way and never asked how we felt about it. It was only much subsequently that I discovered how poorly it affected my mum, who I dont suppose will ever get over losing the love of their own lives.
I have some sketchy memories of him coming home from run, and me being really excited to see my father, but my strongest memories are of visiting him in hospital just before he died. It was obviously a significant event for everyone, and so stands out in my memory, although I didnt know why at the time.
I dont think I ever dealt with the heartbreak, or was even aware that it was something I should feel. It was communicated to me in a very matter-of-fact way. Looking back now, I wish I had expressed myself to my mum, and told her I missed having a father. I never said that to her because I was afraid of upsetting her.
Clive, 27, Bristol: My mum told me of her cancer over crumpets
In 1997, my mother told me of her cancer over crumpets. Needless to say, I was devastated or as much as one can be at such a young age. Its not something I have ever truly get over but it only becomes history. I became a shy child as a result, although I try not to think too much about that time as it was so traumatic. I hated being the center of attention, with people asking me endlessly if I was OK. They were all so kind but I just wanted to be alone. To this day I hate to be the center of attention.
My mum was lovely and softly spoken. She had red hair and wear flowery attires and hats I wish I could remember more but I dont and that upsets me. My biggest regret is not going to see her when she had passed away, I just couldnt do it, but I wish I had.
I try to stay positive, you either laugh or shout, I realise that life is too short and not to hold on too tightly to superficial things.