Remembering my mother.

Remembering my mother.

I'd flown in for her second last Christmas. Mum had told her friends she wanted Christmas Day just with me and they had helped her arrange things so it could be that way. I was deeply moved. I arrived prepared for a long hot day but the weather played its tricks and it was to be a cold gusty wet day. Regardless, it was a special day. Today for Mothers Day I am Remembering my mother. I flew Continue reading