A Keepsake

A daisy which Mum designed and knitted a few years ago.

I’ve been feeling really tired, off-colour and below par for the past couple of weeks, also quite down and anxious. It’s my second year of grieving the loss of Mum, and it feels different to the painful rawness of last year. Not easier, just different.

It was good to spend some time at my sister’s today, catching up with each other and remembering things from when we were growing up.