Happy Reminiscences

An email, this morning, reminded me of this Christmas being 'bitter sweet', as the author put it. She was referring to the absence of my dear Mother who passed away in October aged 90. I hadn't given it much thought up to now, being so busy, but yes it will be (bitter sweet).

Mum with her trusty note-pad and Small; one of her many, many pussy-cats over the years.

I am beginning to remember Mum in flashes now as she used to be. which is wonderful. I very rarely see her now as she was in the Nursing Home. I often hear her voice saying something as I say it, her little quips and one liners. Haha a chip off the old block eh?
My sister gave me boxes of Mum's photos to go through and as I did I was amazed at how joyful, not sad, it made me. I found myself laughing out loud as I was taken back to those happy times with Mum and Dad. It is  a pleasure to see Mum's infectious smile again and look at her with life, and naughtiness, in her eyes. In some of these pictures I can even hear her laughing, a sound not heard for a long time.
So this Sunday will be sad with the loss of a generation from our Christmas table but what is really lovely is that there are newbies to sit in the empty seats to make their own places of importance in our family, as indeed they have already.

So I thank my Mum and my Dad for all the wonderful happy memories given to us of Christmas' past.
And I thank my four beautiful grandchildren for the promise they give of so many wonderful Christmases to come. AND I am sure that Mum and Dad will be watching from somewhere with beaming smiles.
Merry Christmas everyone! xxx