PJ's make me cry..
So, most of 2006 and 2007 were tough years for my family and I. My Mum had been ill for most of this time and passed away in July 2007 - two days after my sister's wedding.. I made 4 trips back to the UK (only one of which was planned) and seemed to spend enormous amounts of time on the phone feeling pretty useless.
But, I was there when she passed away and she was finally out of pain and at peace. My brother & sister and I have muddled through, still some things to do, like sell her house in London - where she lived for 70 years!!! Can you imagine? I dread seeing the place go, it's like a physical part of me, but it must be done. All in all we have managed - got through her birthday and the first Christmas without her, with lots of tears, but we did it.
We all now have our own little treasures from her, I am the owner of the lace christening shawl that was used for all of three of us children and maybe even some relatives before us.... I also have my parents wedding album - it gives me goosebumps to to see how in love they were and how happy they looked. I also have the Panda bear that was given to me by my Dad ont the day I was born, he has no nose now, is a bit bald and lacking a little stuffing, but he is very, very precious - Dad died 14 years ago..
So...what did I do today, I decided to clean and tidy some of my dresser drawers and what do I find? The last pair of PJ's. my Mum sent to me about 2 years ago - - they are truly, truly hideous, sort of robin egg blue with very large, dark pink peony looking flowers all over them. Now, my Mum has sent me some lovely things over the years, I must have the best collection of sweaters and underwear from Marks & Spencers in our area, but these PJ's were definitely out of sync...maybe it was just the effort of shopping when she was ill, but still wanting to send me something anyway. I hugged them tight and sat and cried ..... I still miss her so much. Then I wrapped them in tissue paper and put them back in the drawer....