Simply the best…
My Mum died two years ago this weekend at the age of 89 and ¾’s. And before the wind and rain arrived, I went to her healing place on the beach and remembered her.
My Mum died two years ago this weekend at the age of 89 and ¾’s. And before the wind and rain arrived, I went to her healing place on the beach and remembered her.
Today, 27th November, would have been my mum’s 91st birthday.
And even though she has been gone for over a year and is now the sparkliest, brightest star in the heavens, we will still celebrate because she was so important to our whole family…
Christmas Eve spent on a deserted beach.
Mince Pie and a cup of tea staring out towards New Zealand.
Climbing rocks with the dogs.
Pup running down the rocks. And then launching into swirling waves. He’s a mega-Jack Russell.