This picture is an ornament my younger sister made for mum’s grave. She is very talented.
I find Christmas very hard, I spent every Christmas with mum, only ever missed one. I did mum’s tribute, having written & put the whole funeral service together. I also did the commital of her ashes in with dad. I had hoped to have my remains interred with her and dad but my elder sister refused permission with the petty excuse "“mum and dad had slipped in to dementia, I don’t want them disturbed.” Even the probate man was uncomfortable with passing the message on to us. I will forever regret not accepting the rights to the grave when mum offered it to me. I didnt want to think about dying.
I feel as if I have a mum shaped hole inside me. Dad’s death didnt affect me as much as he had alzheimer’s for years before his death. I now spen Christmas with my younger sister Philippa and her family. We have a strong bond having had to withstand our elder sister’s wrath for almost 2 years since she was made to return money she had taken from mum’s account.
I was the only daughter out of the 3 of us who didnt marry and about to retire next year at 66. I had a very strong bond with mum. I was born with a disability that affected my ability to learn but I have succeeded. I guess I miss being able to ring mum and tell her of the good things, especially an award I got last year for excellence.