
Well, what can I say.....mum was 5ft nothing and lovely. She could do everything and made us try. I was never allowed to be girly.... or maybe that was having two older brothers. No excuses just get on with everything.... I remember mum around 80 years old on the top of the shed hammering down the felt, making sure she kept her promise to dad not to let him go to hospital in his last days even though she could hardly manage to move him, get up in the loft and wrestling all the stuff down when she should have been watching tv. I remember around 5yrs ago she was living 50 minutes away, I would ring regularly, I couldn't get through on the main phone nor mobile, I tried in the morning, afternoon and evening. At this point I was worrying a lot but also if I got it wrong I know I would get the wrath of mum!!! Next morning still nothing so off I go to find her tootling around the garden and me all a flummox. She hadn't put the main phone back properly and her mobile was out of charge. A short tirade from me about MY worry and thereafter she wore her mobile in a little red bag all the time.
These are memories of my mum......how she would swim with the kids on holiday when they were younger, near her end we would go to every garden centre and buy more and more plants for my poor brother to plant, hehehe just because parking, wheelchair access was easy and it was a quiet morning out.
I miss her.

We didn't do a whole lot of personal chats just everyday stuff but I knew she was there and that is what I miss. My luckiest photo is one taken a couple of weeks before she went when I insisted she went out and came and saw our new kitten, it's not the best in quality nor shows my mum at her best but I'm glad I have it.
Now is the time for happy memories.
Every now and again though I get thrown back to that last year, very regular visits to the cancer department, almost weekly visits to the transfusion unit, arranging phone calls, information, nurses and visits. I went with my son recently to the same hospital and although I am a tough thing suddenly as I walked past the pharmacy area, bloods area, cancer department etc my throat tightened, and heart rate rushed and my head swimmed. My body I suppose reacting instinctivly to the memories even though I tried to over ride it. I told myself not to be stupid but there it is........
So now I am looking at photos which make me smile, look at a ring which she would wear and remember.........