Today is the fourth anniversary of my mother’s death. It seems like there is an awful lot of water under the bridge since June 2019.
My sister sent me flowers. I sent her a text message. Balance in all things eh?
The Princess did quite well in an exam adjacent exercise today and I can’t help imagining that my mother’s benign influence was at work. If ever there was a woman who loved exams (doing them, prepping for them, analysing them and getting the results), it was my mother.
I really miss her, even the exam prep bit.
I think anniversary is tricky…my birthday I find difficult, my mother always used to tell me how much I was welcomed the day I was born (my father, who died when I was 6, didn’t believe the hospital when they told him…he so wanted a daughter) And of course, no one tells me that anymore..I am old enough. But you know, I miss it anyway. When my mother died, my memories of my father died too.. it’s all hard.
It is all hard, as you say. That’s a lovely story about your father.