Yesterday was this lovely ladies 81st birthday. I cooked a birthday lunch and she had a lovely time opening presents and being around her grandchildren. She is completely adored by us all.
She has bronchitis at the moment, and really isn’t her usual self. Her best friend since the age of eleven died a few weeks ago and I think it is only just sinking in.
Life is a funny old thing, and it’s really hard to get your head around it at times.
I love this photo of us together. It was taken on my wedding day, and the thing that makes it incredibly special is that I am wearing my mum’s wedding dress. I remember age about fifteen finding it in a wardrobe whilst staying at my dad’s one weekend. I came down the stairs in it and his eyes welled up, “you look just like your mother,” were his words to me. I phoned mum up and asked her if I could bring it home. She said “yes”. We washed it, and cooed over it and she told me how at the time it had been a very expensive dress and that my dad had bought it for her from Kendals in Manchester.
It is now wrapped in tissue, tucked away, full of it’s memories. I wonder if it will be worn again?
Anyway Happy Birthday mum- she knows I am writing this and seems to like the idea of blogging.