I don’t know why, but I was missing my Mum something awful today.
It’s not a special day like an anniversary or birthday, but I woke up this morning feeling a little sad and as the morning progressed, heavier in my heart to the point of threatened tears.
What compounded it was following a hay wagon on our field trip today which was loaded with round bales.
I can still see Mum standing in front of our lounge windows in the cottage with her hands clasped behind her back like a young school girl, fascinated by the goings on in the field opposite.
I asked her what she was looking at and she turned to me with the biggest smile and said
‘I’m watching the doughnut machine.’
Now I can’t see rolls of hay either in the field or on the back of wagons without thinking of her. It’s not an unhappy memory, just that I wish she was here to see it again and to give me that killer-watt smile.
We went into The Stump today and lit three tea-light candles in the little Chapel.
Maggie was pretty good and finally settled down so that we could sit there quietly for a few minutes with our thoughts. The flames were moving gently, so I guess Mum and the Dads were in conversation.
We brought Mum here on several occasions when she came for a holiday. I think Dad would have liked it, and Hubby says his Dad would have been looking for all the Stone Mason signs (equivalent of a signature today) as he loved old churches and their history.
We had a pot of tea and cake in the cafe inside and were able to appreciate the architecture and stained glass windows. For £5, you can climb the 200 steps which takes you up 145 feet and the view is spectacular. I didn’t have the camera today, but maybe next time.
As always, the surroundings have a calming effect and we came out feeling refreshed.
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The same happens to me. You just never know what will trigger a memory and an emotional response to it.
It’s harder some days. I still miss my Dad and take great comfort in the thought of them being together again.
It is harder some days than others. Yes, my dad is gone 31 years and I still miss him too.
22 years for my Dad and seven months for Mum.
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11 years for my mom. Can’t believe how long it’s been for both of them. The years have flown by.
It doesn’t seem possible does it.
No, you blink and a year has gone by. And before you know it 10, 20, 30 years have passed.
I know.
(Sigh)
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Back at you 😊
Hugs and love to you!
“watching the doughnut machine!” Love that 🙂 Thanks for sharing and keep treasuring those special memories.
Glad you were able to go and light candles in memory of your Mum and Dad and that it had a comforting effect on you. I hope that stays with you for the rest of the day!
Thanks Joy. The Stump is always restful, as was The Abbey. Mum was so easy to please, and I have so many wonderful memories of them both.
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It happens like this out of the blue, like you say, but does get easier. It’s nearly 11 years since my Mum died and this still happens to me too. Certain places or moments are particularly poignant.
Sending hugs my dear.
Thank you. There are bound to be good days, better days, sad days, and sadder days, but my memories are vivid and for that I am grateful.
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