Although I’d write to Mum once or twice a week, towards the end of her life I knew I wouldn’t get a reply. Several times when we visited she would be reading one of my letters, and regardless of the date, it was as if it had just been received. It was important to know that the last letter I wrote to her had been received and read to her by one of the nurses in the hospital.
I had hoped maybe to find a single letter tucked away somewhere, but if there is one, I haven’t found it yet. There is a footnote in Mum’s hand on the bottom of her Will which made me cry because it was so ‘her’ and it pulled at my heart.
I miss her, but she is with me every day looking back at me from the mirror.
I love this picture of the two of us taken in October 2016 which was before my first surgery to dispose of Humphrey. I’d lost almost three stone in weight here
and it shows from the above picture taken in May 2015.
I was given a shoe box at Mum’s funeral containing some things she had put aside for me. Many are in little boxes, each labelled in her own hand which makes them doubly precious. I keep this in my underwear drawer just as it had been on the boat and remember her giving it to me when we were in the cottage.
The fragrance has long since gone, but I will never part with it.
A daughter is a blessing
A treasure for all time
Your laughter, warmth and loving
Make me proud that you are mine.
With every year that passes
You’re more special than before
Through every stage and every age
I love you even more.
I love you too Mum.