Dear Matt,
Once again Mothering Sunday will be celebrated on 30th March, this weekend. I miss you. 
These few days hold a number of "those" anniversaries....................
It was 4 years ago today that your grandad's life slipped away in hospital. 28th March 2010.
   My own mother did not live to see her 71st birthday in 1990, the end of a very hot summer,            when the roses were a riot of colour in their garden. Now I grow roses. 
                    I  miss them. More silence where their voices used to be. 
                               No mother on Mother's day, and no you. 
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| Alan and his grandad. January 2010 | 
           I will miss Alan too, at home with his own lovely family, and our grandchildren.
                     Oh how I miss you more than words can ever say, Matt.
              And last weekend a lovely thing happened, one of your old friends we hadn't seen for                years paid us an unexpected visit. He talked a lot about you, and how he felt you had left a legacy among those who knew you. Another old friend of yours contacted me this past week, and this is what he said:
"I think of Matt often. It was such a blessing for me to share a home with him for those two years and our trip to Australia together changed the course of my life"
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| Dad in his beloved Rossendale. June 2008 | 
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| Matt and his grandad. The Duckworth Arms. Rossendale. 2002.
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                       So my beloved Matt, I will forever and always simply be your mum.
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| Dad on the walk from Lizard Village to Kynance Cove. Cornwall
 September 2004.
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                                                              And on the 31st March mum and dad always celebrated their wedding anniversary, being married in 1942 during the 2nd World War.
                                              A weekend of poignant memories.      
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| Mum. 1940 | 
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| Mum. Rawtenstall market. | 
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| Mum and dad in Cambridge. July 1973 | 
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| Mum with her brother Ernie, and his wife, Lily. Whinlatter Pass. Lake District.
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Love you, mum, love you dad, and love you deeply foreverly, (my word) my beautiful son.