The very first photo is my lovely mum in a blue ballgown, taken on the 14th of September, 2013. I would have been 13. The royal blue of Mum's dress brightens and flaunts her clear blue eyes. A faint, hesitant smile has only aged 7 years with fondness and love. Her hair is short, and slightly messy. I love it, but I can imagine mum brushing her fingers through it only moments beforehand.
The first sip of coffee holds within it a sense of expectation. It is tired, bleary eyed and grumpy, yet still expectant of the day ahead.
My favourite calm and peaceful songs for you to listen to. Stay strong.
I found an easy recipe for maple syrup flapjacks, but have changed it to golden syrup flapjacks. It's taken me 5 tries to get the perfect flapjack, and in my opinion (and my Uncle Peter's; he's a big fan) they are just heavenly. Lol.
I would say I'm a very resilient person. Katie often says that nothing phases me, and my Mum would often say I take everything in my stride. I often say that as long as I have a good playlist going, I can do anything I need to or want to. Quarantine lately had been getting the best of me.
I hope you found the last post helpful. I feel as though the next natural step for our exploration into making quarantine an easier situation for us to find ourselves in, is to make use of our space.
When I miss Mummy, there is a gentle simplicity in my suffering. In a way, it is complete, it is a cycle that has been fulfilled, and it is a constant feeling I will carry with me. In the beginning my pain was raw, now it is growing with me. Quarantine has been a new … Continue reading The Difference of Missing Someone Who Can Come Back
