Yesterday was my mum's 87th birthday. I booked a day from work, and had asked her to have a think about where she's like to go. (she's not a big one for surprises, and my offer of a lovely afternoon tea out somewhere wasn't on her list. lol) She doesn't ask for much, and she just said - I'd love to go shopping. What sort of shopping I asked? Any sort!!! We drove off to a lovely place not far away that sells gorgeous food, home wares, shoes, clothes etc and she happily pottered around for an hour. Then off to a little selection of shops that are inside an old redundant railway station. She really enjoyed it, and although I hate to say it, we both started our Christmas shopping! I don't have time to potter around the shops normally and hate the rush at the end - this way I had time to pick up things and give some more thought into the gifts. Then home for fish and chips (mum's choice) and a short walk with the dog. A lovely day all round when I found out allsorts of things about her childhood - there always seems to be new things to learn even after all these years. She was pleased with the gifts I had bought - they don't sound exciting but at 87 she has all she wants, so made up a huge hamper of all the goodies she likes, plus some books, crossword puzzles etc etc. The most important thing that the day reinforced, was that you can't buy time.........
I felt a bit tearful reading about your day with your mum (sadly mine passed away earlier this year) ... I'm so glad you could enjoy her birthday with her and that she told you things about her childhood that you may never otherwise have found out about .... cherish her while you can x
Oh Jax I am so sorry - would hate to think I upset you putting that.
She opened up about her childhood which was lovely - as my mum and dad parted when I was born, I know so little about my family. I did know that mum's real mum died when mum was a baby and that she was unofficially adopted by relatives, but we drove past the site of the house where she was actually born. Back in the day it was a black and white 17th century place, which was a flannel mill. Her real mum died of TB, and later in life her sister did also. Mum has an amazing memory and I love hearing her tales.
Oh Jax I am so sorry - would hate to think I upset you putting that
Oh bless you VW, it's not what you said that made me tearful ..... you know that old saying "you don't know what you've got til it's gone", well that's absolutely true.
It's now nearly 8 months since my mum passed away and I'm doing fine generally, but occasionally something unexpected crops up when you least expect it and it pulls me up short, from speaking to other friends who've lost parents or loved ones they say it's that way for years - please don't feel any guilt about enjoying time with your mum
Bellatrix - mum said she had a really happy childhood and never felt like she had missed anything. She was so little when it happened, she didn't know any different.
6herry - TB was awful and many lost their lives. They kept a close eye on mum for many years as thought she may also contract it, but thankfully never did. Her sister went into the RAF and 2 years later she had it too. I do get cross when people don't have innoculations when they have a chance, when in many countries there just isn't the option.
Jax - big hugs. It will get better but does take time. It's 4 years since I lost Trev my neighbour who was more like a dad - and I break down when I come across something that reminds me of him.