A Year On…
Well today is a day which has been looming in my mind for quite sometime; it’s the first anniversary of my mother’s death. It’s been a tough year. My mother was not just my mother but also my best friend and I’ve missed those times where we shared personal triumphs or upsets. As we travelled through life it was those intimate moments that brought us closer together. Learning to share our thoughts, feelings, opinions and problems made the bad times better and the good times happier. A few weeks ago I took delivery of some of my mother’s furniture. Her small two seater sofa and matching ladies’ chair now sit comfortably in my study which is looking more and more like a parlour straight out of a Jane Austen Novel. (Although perhaps not quite so tidy!) Most of the time I’m still at my computer but sometimes I just sit