Birthday blues

She would have been ninety today, our mum. Reflecting on the things she enjoyed as presents over the years – smelly stuff always, her favourite perfume, Italian soaps, only certain kinds of hand creams. Occitaine was one warmly welcomed. Flowers always. But never chrysanthemums. In earlier years silk scarves from my time in China and earlier still art books to feed her passion for art especially the grand Italian masters.

A sad email from Dad to us all today just to share how much he misses her, especially today. Darling he called her. Goodbye darling he said as he paused by her coffin after giving his eulogy. Tears well as I remember that moment again. 

We miss and everyday.

90. What would she have made of being 90?


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