Visiting Mum

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.

st laurences church
It was a beautiful day today and the church looked lovely in the sunshine. We even spotted a squirrel in a tree. The cheeky little animal didn’t run away but stayed there long enough for me to get a photo. Can you spot him?

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.

Also in the plot is my daddy who died in 1973 when I was a little girl. Then there is my nanny who died in 1996 from pneumonia, and finally the ashes of my younger brother who died January 2009, the day before mum’s funeral. From when I was small I have always visited this grave. After my nan was buried there mum’s eldest sister looked after it, now it’s taken care of by me and mum’s youngest sister. I wonder if the Little Man will continue once I get too old? 
I know this post might seem morbid to some, but to me it’s just my way of visiting my family. I can’t share a cup of tea with my mum but I can still talk to her and give her some pretty flowers to let her know I love her still. And you have to admit, it is a beautiful church, and the grave always looks so pretty when I leave.
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  1. May 8, 2013 / 9:32 pm

    I know it's sad, but it's a lovely post. Both of Monkey's paternal grandparents died before he was born, but they are buried in our local church and we visit them regularly. Monkey knows exactly where their grave is. I'm sure he doesn't quite understand the concept of heaven yet, but he knows that Granny and Gramps live with our two old cats in a place he can't visit 🙂

  2. May 10, 2013 / 10:53 pm

    I remember 'telling' my mum when I was first pregnant with J. It was weird but I wanted her to be the first person to know so we visited her grave to tell her. Although it is sad that the kids won't get to meet them, I think they really do take on board what they were like from our memories and stories we tell them. I know that my son's favourite colour was yellow for a long time so I used to tell him about how that was granny pari's favourite colour too and now they talk about that all the time in conversation as if they knew her. much love xxx

  3. May 12, 2013 / 9:25 pm

    What a beautiful post and a wonderful way to remember your mother and father and other family members on this plot. My father passed away in 2004 and I don't think it's ever easy and I too am sad he to did not get to meet his grandson but by getting your little one involved is keeping their memory alive, which is what's important/ A beautiful post xx

    Just stopping by from country kids

    Laura x

  4. May 12, 2013 / 9:46 pm

    So sad yet so special, the grave does indeed look loved and cared for when you leave and a great thing to do with your little Man. Looks like he is enjoying being there with you and helping out. A very valid reason to be getting out in the fresh air and feeling like you have achieved something important and respectful with your day. Thank you for sharing a beautiful spot in a delightful church on Country Kids.

  5. May 12, 2013 / 9:54 pm

    This is really beautiful and I'm sure a great way of talking with your little man about his family.

  6. May 13, 2013 / 6:11 am

    Both my parent have died , my mum judt three years ago and like you I soent many hours just setting the world to rights. She new my kids fo a few years but oh I woul dlove her to see them now. Its lovely your son knows about his family and family stories keep them alive,

  7. May 13, 2013 / 7:53 pm

    I think it's a lovely post. A great way to get out and help children understand that there's family all around them.

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