August was always a month of celebration, I was born on the 6th of the month in 1966 and married on the 22nd in 1986. However when my fabulous Mother died on the 9th of August in 2013 I felt like the life had been sucked out of me. And most certainly did not feel like celebrating. As the years have ticked on I have found I miss her more each day. The telephone rings first thing in the morning and I still expect it to be my Ma. My heart aches, I yearn to sit and chat and share a story or two like we always did. There is so much I want to tell her and the best place to do this is having a blether and a walk in the sunshine.
On Saturday I took a walk in the sunshine. I walked 100 yards from our house in the beautiful sunshine. Walked my Labrador Bella up the garden and let her run free in the field. I admired the beautiful field of everlasting flowers. I sat in the field looked at the stunning carpet of purple. Dancing were several rogue vibrant red poppies. Swaying back and forth, on looking at them if one had a vivid imagination such as mine they look like they are chatting on the dance floor. As I sat I thought of Mum, she would never want me to be sad. Think happy thoughts she would say. Smile and the world smiles with you. On the last day of her life she said to me I will never leave you and I believe her. I still feel her love.
I also feel her love through my beautiful grandchildren. They are very happy loving funny children. Our grandchildren most certainly keep me going and help me all my daily battle. I can now understand how my mother fought so hard when she was diagnosed with lung cancer and struggled on even in the darkest days. The shrieking laughter, the fingerprints on the glass cabinets they leave behind. The little stories they read to you are such a tonic.
I enjoy most of my time with my amazing labradors, very rarely there isn’t a dog at my feet. Bella was on the walk with me on Saturday. We look after our…