It’s two years ago today that my Mum passed away.
That text message will be forever etched in my mind as I felt the bottom drop out of my stomach and splash on the floor.
I was glad I’d been able to speak to her and tell her I loved her a few days before and also that she had received my most recent letter telling her the same.
I remember so many things, like when Humphrey turned up and I wanted to protect her from knowing I had cancer. I told her about my op though, even showing her my scar when she guessed what it was all about.
It was funny how she came to me in a dream when Dick was being flushed out, telling me that everything would be OK and not to worry. That was before knowing I would be having a mastectomy, but everything has turned out alright, just as she said.
There are reminders of Mum every day, from swans on the drainage ditches to rabbits in the fields, and of course there will always be the doughnut machine. Whenever I see one, I see Mum standing by the window in the cottage watching in fascination and feel the tears threaten, but they are happy tears as is the memory.
I don’t know where the past two years have gone. It seems longer and yet so recent. I look in the mirror and there she is looking right back at me.
I found this quote last year, which is very apt as January 18th is Winnie the Pooh Day.
I’m not sure how Mum felt about Pooh, but I remember Hubby and I making her a Teddy Bear in one of the souvenir shops on our travels and we presented it to her complete with ‘Chloe’s’ official adoption certificate for her birthday.
I know you and Dad are watching over us Mum and we are doing OK.
I miss you both so much and will light a candle for you today, making the hearts swirl.
Wherever you are, your smiles are eternal and warm my heart more than any sunshine.