As most of you know I lost my Mum just over 18 months ago. Mums sense of humor was a bit wacky and she reply to that would have been something like …did you leave her in the fruit and veg aisle by mistake. I wish it was the case but cancer won its short and brief dance with her. After she was gone the only thing I wanted to remember her by was her engagement ring. It’s not of any value and if you squint you can make out the diamond. But to me its Mum. I never saw her without it .
I thought I would wear it constantly but as it turns out it’s almost too painful to wear. I stare at it too much and decided I wasn’t ready to wear it yet. So popped it in a draw. I went to the draw today to discover its gone. The grief came back just like it was the first day of losing her. (After I had calmed down and made myself stop thinking about it I was able to go straight to another draw and there it was. ) It’s funny and amazing how much emotion and thoughts go into something so small. But it’s not a new thing as the infographic from Berganza shows. I think I am a Tudor girl.
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