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.
|Alan and his grandad. January 2010|
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"
|Dad in his beloved Rossendale. June 2008|
|Matt and his grandad. The Duckworth Arms. Rossendale.|
|Dad on the walk from Lizard Village to Kynance Cove.|
A weekend of poignant memories.
|Mum. Rawtenstall market.|
|Mum and dad in Cambridge. July 1973|
|Mum with her brother Ernie, and his wife, Lily.|
Whinlatter Pass. Lake District.