Last week was the second Anniversary of Mom's death, by irony on Valentine's day and some three weeks before her wedding anniversary date too so I was away on that day but while I was carrying that with me as it were apart from ones case.
Perhaps that was the better thing to do really rather than just being sat at home looking at the pictures and maybe spending an hour or so by the graveside because she was always clear that life goes on and wanted you to continue.
Mom was well in on this more child-like me as much as we found ways of balancing that with the expectations in certain social contexts with grown ups present and did want very much for me to continue attending our more "little" get togethers.
The idea of a little me enjoying the recreation of childhood christmas complete with tree, presents, games and meals would of been something she'd of been happier with than just staring at the wall.
That was the better choice.




