One of the sorrows of death is the “unfinished” things. No matter how well-planned or how expected death is, there is always going to be…
I found a photo of Mum a couple of months ago, taken the day after her 48th birthday. As I looked at it, I smiled…
It’s been a year since my mother died. A year without her laughter. A year without her smile. A year without her friendship. It’s been…
Food is an important part of my life. Not just for the nutritional necessities or the flavourful enjoyment, but for the social and cultural importance…
Now that my winter holidays to the Homeland are over (and my bags are unpacked and tidied away) it’s time for my traditional holiday recap.…
My latest crochet project is complete: A “nap blanket” for my father using wool from my mother’s vast collection that I inherited over the summer.…
It’s been a year since my last Skype call with Mum. It was a “short” call lasting just 2 hours 33 minutes and 39 seconds.…
I spent the weekend camping along the Northumbrian Coast in northeast England and I am feeling relaxed and rejuvenated now. It was a nice way…
Definition: Yarn \ˈyärn\ (noun)1 (a): a continuous often plied strand composed of either natural or man-made fibres or filaments and used in weaving and knitting…
Once again, my Homeland Holidays have come to an end, and I am slowly settling back into life in The Heartland. And, oh, how my…
Way back in 2013, my parents took small rose plants to the cemetery for Memorial Day. There were two sets of roses (one white, one…
My mother’s funeral was yesterday. It began with a Rosary and ended with rifle fire. Just the way she would have wanted it. It’s still…
A few days ago, I shared a post about my mother and what she meant (means) to me. But she wasn’t just my mother, she…
On Tuesday, 29 April 1947, my mother was born. Sadly, on Monday, 24 January 2022, she died. That means that she is not here with…
Trigger warning: This post recounts my time with my mother in the last hours and moments of her life. It might be an upsetting or…
I normally write a pitch for Letter Writing Month at the start of February, but it’s 2022 and things are crazy in 2022. So, instead…
Today, I am 48 years old. And today hurts. Not because I’m 48, but rather because I am now officially older than my late husband.…
I arrived home from my homeland holidays last week and have finally managed to finish unpacking and organising all my luggage. It was a bit…
I arrived home in Scotland yesterday, a month later than my initial plan. Home, and heartbroken… My holiday was meant to be a wonderfully happy…
My mother died on Monday, 24 January 2022 and I have missed her since her last breath left her body. I will miss her forever,…