|This is I the last photo I have of me with my mother, at my sister's wedding in July 2003. I think she is smiling as we are watching Kate aged 3 who was bridesmaid that day.|
I've just discovered that I had already written in June 2013 the post I'd planned about her while lying in bed this morning. I'm finding that about the blog recently as I've written a few repeat posts - the snowdrops at Ness Gardens in my last post for instance. And I notice that in my five year line-a-day diary, which is now on its second year, that this week's entries are almost identical to the same week last year. These repetitions and routines are comforting and familiar but sometimes lull us into a false sense of security. I feel the need to shake myself awake and remind myself that things do change and the loss of those we love is inevitable. This line from 'Stop all the Clocks' by W.H Auden comes to mind:
'I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.'
I think it's the directness of the line which makes it so powerful.
On this Mothers' Day, I'm going to stop fussing about the usual stuff. I won't fill my day with chores, as I often do, or get lost in lesson preparation and getting ahead for the week. I'm going to spend the day giving my full attention to my husband and daughter who are now beginning to emerge this morning, so I'll finish here.
|I love this photograph of us celebrating Mum's 70th birthday with Dad, Kate aged 2 and her cousin Alice|