This post isn't about the Eiffel Tower...
it isn't about the French countryside...
and it isn't about macarons...
But in a way it is. It's about my mother, and she loved all three.
I lost my mom six years ago, and although I miss her every day, Mother's Day is particularly painful. So as a little tribute to Mom, I share these photos of some of her favorite things, and I'm re-posting this link to my story--her story--which I originally posted on this blog last year. It's tragic, and yet magical.
Thanks for reading...
Treasure the fact that you miss your mum, 'Grief is the price we pay for love', I think the saying is. Not everybody does.
ReplyDeleteYou are so right, Margaret. I'm lucky to have had such a relationship. So I cherish that. Happy day to you!
DeleteI had read the story last year but it was good to read it again. At least P is now old enough to start new traditions with you!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Vicki! I posted again as therapy for me and support for others who maybe are in similar situations. Thanks for reading!
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