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Letters to heaven
Jun. 8th, 2007 01:45 pmDear Mam,
Another month gone. I hate the days passing because it take us a little further away from when you were alive. The disbelief is still there, the momentary pause when I open the front door expecting to hear the t.v. or your cd’s and it all comes crashing back what’s happened.
Memories are starting to enter my head. Of when you were well. Just small things. Like that time we were in Maureen’s and it was a gorgeous summer day like today and you were taking her washing off the line. You stayed in the sun a little too long and when you came back inside and looked in the mirror you saw the tip of your nose had burnt and exploded with laughter. You said you looked like a snowman on holidays. Or how you liked to buy cheap slippers because then you could cut the front bits off them so your toes could breath and you could wiggle them. Or how you always had to turn the flashing timer off the stove because it annoyed you so much.
Those memories bring tears to my eyes but they are happy tears. I’m glad you are my Mam. I’m not going to speak in the past tense and say you were my Mam. You always will be my Mam even if you’re not in this world any more. I picked out your memorial card today. I hope you like it. The photo of you is from when you went to Scotland with your sisters. It’s a picture of you sitting on the boat on the top deck. You looked so excited and happy! As much of a home bird as you were you loved your holidays, particularly with your sisters. You could kick back and relax knowing Dad wasn’t looking over your shoulder moaning about how much you had to drink!
I hope your doing that now. I hope with all my heart you’re living the highlife and having a blast. We’ll be fine if we know you are fine.
I love you.
AnneMarie
p.s That prayer I sent you, please look over her. No one deserves to go through what you went through. Thanks Ma..
Another month gone. I hate the days passing because it take us a little further away from when you were alive. The disbelief is still there, the momentary pause when I open the front door expecting to hear the t.v. or your cd’s and it all comes crashing back what’s happened.
Memories are starting to enter my head. Of when you were well. Just small things. Like that time we were in Maureen’s and it was a gorgeous summer day like today and you were taking her washing off the line. You stayed in the sun a little too long and when you came back inside and looked in the mirror you saw the tip of your nose had burnt and exploded with laughter. You said you looked like a snowman on holidays. Or how you liked to buy cheap slippers because then you could cut the front bits off them so your toes could breath and you could wiggle them. Or how you always had to turn the flashing timer off the stove because it annoyed you so much.
Those memories bring tears to my eyes but they are happy tears. I’m glad you are my Mam. I’m not going to speak in the past tense and say you were my Mam. You always will be my Mam even if you’re not in this world any more. I picked out your memorial card today. I hope you like it. The photo of you is from when you went to Scotland with your sisters. It’s a picture of you sitting on the boat on the top deck. You looked so excited and happy! As much of a home bird as you were you loved your holidays, particularly with your sisters. You could kick back and relax knowing Dad wasn’t looking over your shoulder moaning about how much you had to drink!
I hope your doing that now. I hope with all my heart you’re living the highlife and having a blast. We’ll be fine if we know you are fine.
I love you.
AnneMarie
p.s That prayer I sent you, please look over her. No one deserves to go through what you went through. Thanks Ma..
