As I walked in to the wool shop, I caught a small hint of a smell that automatically made my heart lurch and turn sharply for the door.

It was a heady scent of days long past and the sun streaming in through my mothers bedroom window. Little motes fluttering in the sunshine from the talcum powder.

I am sat on the bed, watching attentively as she pampered and preened. Apply makeup, gre

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She might not be here with me, but I know that her memories live on with me and my children. What I wouldn’t give for another day with my mum, one last good bye, one last hug. I would never let her go.

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he shops are filling up with card for Mothers Day and each time I see or hear it mentioned it brings a lump to my throat. For the first time in my entire life, I do not have a mother to celebrate on Mothers Day and that makes me unbelievably sad. I want the world to stop and take notice of me. I didn’t want to my my mother in law a card, although today I did and to give MadDad his due, he said thank you and then made me cry by saying he understood just how hard that was for me to do.

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One of the hardest things for me about clearing out mums house if that I have had the urge to keep everything.  Even the things that I used to think were tat and rubbish.  My heart associates all these things with my mum. Finally we are getting to the end of the long journey of more »

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If only we could be together, but we can’t, therefore, all I have are things and memories…..   I am trying to hold it all together at the moment without you.

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I usually thrive on pressure, at least I did BC (Before Children), but now I am not so sure.  I think maybe I was being optimistic about looking for a part time job, as it seems that mum is not going to get back on her feet so easily this time and it looks as more »

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Once I started scanning in pictures, well I couldn’t stop and I have asked my mum of I can have the family tin, which is a box full of wonderful pictures and things from our family history.   Look at those side burns, this is me and my wonderful dad.  I still have the rabbit, more »

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I suppose there comes a time in every person’s life when their parents stop being the supporters and start being the ones who need the support and the help of their children. Well it seems that that time has come all too soon in the Mad family.  My mum who is only 66 is in more »

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