A moving piece for me to read. I lost my mam in March this year and am still in that good and bad days phase of grief. I loved her very much and so count on my memories of her every day to keep me grounded. She was very stoic and I often imagine her telling me 'get your sh*t together' when I'm having an off day. As for remains; my dad was a bit of a bossy boots and she didn't get to do what she wanted to do or go where she wanted so we've scattered her ashes in the Lake District, along our coast line (South Shields) and last week at the Cross in Benidorm. The world is her oyster.
A moving piece for me to read. I lost my mam in March this year and am still in that good and bad days phase of grief. I loved her very much and so count on my memories of her every day to keep me grounded. She was very stoic and I often imagine her telling me 'get your sh*t together' when I'm having an off day. As for remains; my dad was a bit of a bossy boots and she didn't get to do what she wanted to do or go where she wanted so we've scattered her ashes in the Lake District, along our coast line (South Shields) and last week at the Cross in Benidorm. The world is her oyster.
Beautiful sentiments, powerfully expressed. Thank you for sharing, Eliot.