A ripping theme this week, Mo!
I’d like to dedicate this post to absent friends…
My mother, who died at 26.
Both my dear grandmothers, who were like mothers to me ever since.
My grandfathers, who were more distant figures, but who both wished me well.
The one great grandmother that I knew, who was a grand old lady.
My ex husband, father to two of my children – who claimed to be “a lousy husband, but a good friend”, and was right. He died when the girls were 8 and 13.
His father, a lovely man and WW2 veteran, whose story I might tell you one day.
My aunt, my mothers sister, who passed away last year. She also was like a mother to me, and she never recovered from the death of her little sister.
As well as all the others: friends, more distant relatives, neighbours… People who’ve made an impact on my life, and that I remember fondly.
May you all Rest In Peace.
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