When I kissed her and said goodbye that night…watched her walk away, I didn’t know it would be for the very last time.
This past week we have cried, held each other tight, laughed and reflected. We have remembered the beautiful person we were all so lucky to have in our lives.
She loved flowers, loved growing things; was never more happy than when her hands were in the soil. So, as spring unfolds and earth awakens, I will see her in the snowdrops, in the daffodils, in everything that grows; and I will smile.
For my beautiful mum 1942 – 2015
Count the garden by flowers never by the leaves that fall. Count your life with smiles and not the tears that roll ~ Author Unknown.