Today was my late father’s birthday. He would have been 91 today. It’s been a long time since his passing, but he was taken from us far too young at 65.
And tomorrow, it’s Mothering Sunday. Mum passed away in May 2010, aged 79. That event is still very fresh in my mind. Some days I don’t think about the fact I live on my own, but on other days, the memories are painful. Loneliness is not something I cope with very well at all at certain times of the year, but I’m sure Mum and Dad are looking down at me, wondering why I’ve gone wrong on occasions but also wondering on the good days I have occasionally.
I miss them both, and always will.