It seems not so long ago that I would be visiting mum at her little house with the pretty garden. We’d put the world to rights over a cup of tea, after she’d given me a low down on all the soaps she watched. I was almost tempted to start watching the soaps myself as I started to miss them, but who has the time? Not me! I did start watching Strictly Come Dancing though because I’d grown fond of it after watching it with her when she was really poorly. I remember the last final when she was in the hospice, she didn’t really have a clue what was going on but she smiled when I told her that Tom had won, he was her favourite, he had to be, he was a soap star. Mum passed away in the hospice on December 25th 2008, just two weeks after being diagnosed with cancer. I would give anything to sit with her and chat over a cup of tea, I miss her so much.
Mum never met The Little Man so I like to take him to visit her. He likes the bus ride and the opportunity to help out. The church where my family are buried is 227 years old, it celebrated it’s 200th anniversary the year I was married there. It’s a lovely church and I’m happy that my family is there together.
The Little Man was really helpful, he knew where to get the water from, he filled up the flower vase and helped me arrange the flowers before taking the leftover bits to the bin and helping me clean the headstones. Mum would have loved him, I wish she could have met him and he his nanny.