I’m a day late, but the as the saying goes - better late than never.
December the 16th was my mother’s birthday. She was born in 1932 and yesterday would have turned 87. She’s not with me anymore and most of the time I don’t think of her at all - however, at other times she’s with me very strongly. I dream of her often and I’ll see something, do something or say something and she’s right there, by my shoulder and I know she approves and is happy, her presence very strong. Towards the end of her time here she liked to put a hand on my arm and make eye contact, make a connection. I used to think she just wanted to feel me there and take strength, but after all these years I now realise it was more a sharing touch, a passing of her self, her memories. She was a bit of a loner my mum, but she was my friend and I’ll always remember her.
Happy Birthday Mum xx
