Memories

Sorting through the photo box tonight as the teenager needs a picture of herself as a baby for school. It was emotional.

Came across this which I love. It’s on a card I wrote to my amazing nan when I was probably about 15-16. My Nan rescued me from an abusive childhood and it was basically saying thank you. When my Nan passed away last year I kept this as one of my mementos of her. We all got to choose 10 things each. I was the only grandchild who didn’t go for anything of monetary value. I have all her baking tins, her bible, her teapot and a few other little trinkets.

I don’t like to talk ill of my mum because she had her own issues and I don’t think she meant to be how she was. It was just the reality of her situation. And she’s dead now. It’s never good to speak badly of the dead. Cancer stole her just as she was beginning to try and make amends just after the teenager was born.