Is it difficult for you to believe that it has been 5 years since your Mum’s death? Time passing is an interesting thing for me and the death of a loved one. It still seems like yesterday I visited the newly planted gingko tree at Janalli.
Your blog is truly remarkable. I visit it periodically and feel stronger for it. xxx Saer
It was such a nice surprise to have a message from you. I only write one thing a month on my blog now and figured no-one was reading it. So thanks for reading lady.
It feels like 5 years since Mum died, but her presence hasn’t diminished. I can’t imagine her in the world with what has happened with my own cancer diagnosis and Felix’s difficulties. I don’t know how she would’ve bared the suffering Brett and I have been through as a family. Plus I can’t think of her alive without thinking of her with cancer. If she remained alive she would’ve been so ill still. I can’t shake that image of her when I daydream of hugging her again and sharing a cup of tea. When I do really engage with the memory and shared love/closeness with my mother I tear up (like I’m doing now). I’ll always miss her. I hope life in Tasmania land is treating you well and love to that fabulous family of your own. Josie x.
Is it difficult for you to believe that it has been 5 years since your Mum’s death? Time passing is an interesting thing for me and the death of a loved one. It still seems like yesterday I visited the newly planted gingko tree at Janalli.
Your blog is truly remarkable. I visit it periodically and feel stronger for it. xxx Saer
Hello Darl’n,
It was such a nice surprise to have a message from you. I only write one thing a month on my blog now and figured no-one was reading it. So thanks for reading lady.
It feels like 5 years since Mum died, but her presence hasn’t diminished. I can’t imagine her in the world with what has happened with my own cancer diagnosis and Felix’s difficulties. I don’t know how she would’ve bared the suffering Brett and I have been through as a family. Plus I can’t think of her alive without thinking of her with cancer. If she remained alive she would’ve been so ill still. I can’t shake that image of her when I daydream of hugging her again and sharing a cup of tea. When I do really engage with the memory and shared love/closeness with my mother I tear up (like I’m doing now). I’ll always miss her. I hope life in Tasmania land is treating you well and love to that fabulous family of your own. Josie x.