When I started to make notes about my post I realized that it was all a bit sad, bordering on depressing. Don't get me wrong, I am incredibly sad about Mum not being here. I still long to hear her voice, to get the call where she has to share her latest joke.
And that's when I reminded myself that Mum loved to laugh and have a laugh. In the last few years her life was really quite unhappy with being so ill and jokes, yes even the naff ones, made her giggle and gave some light relief.
So I figured, I could lament about the feeling of loss and how I don't really look at the picture of Mum that is on my coffee table too much because it causes my heart to ache. No, instead I figured July 1st is not just a day of remembrance but a chance to celebrate the life of a woman who:
- made me laugh
- made me appreciate the written word
- told me to use my common-sense
- wound me up
- tried my patience
- made me cry
- I enjoyed hugging
- strive and achieve to become a published author
- taught me the Beatitudes
- I envied and admired her natural artistic abilities
- who ultimately pushed me to be a better person and achieve more than she did
Thanks Mum xx