It's a year since my mum died.
At 2:15 in the afternoon June 22nd 2005, as we were sitting inside Cologne Airport waiting for the connecting flight to Liverpool in our mad dash to get back in time, she slipped away.
My body still reacts with surprise whenever I think of it. Maybe it's a kind of visceral amnesia - I know it but I still don't feel it...
How long does it take to get over things like this? And what is that supposed to mean, "things like this"? What other thing is like this?
Hmm...I don't think I can write about this.
If you know what I mean then you will know what I mean and if you don't know what I mean then you won't.
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I don't think you get over it, you learn to live with it. My dad died in June too, five years ago, in some ways it's close, in other ways it's far away. I hope you've got lots of happy memories to remember her by
Thank you both for your comments. I don't think you do get over these things...if you are lucky you get used to them, I suppose.
Sorry I didn't reply sooner although I read this the other day. I can't believe it is a year either as it was this time I first started stalking you!
Hugs!
Hi doris...true enough, a year of stalking each other really! Well, let me thank you for all your comments... sometimes I felt you were the only blogger reading my stuff!!
LOL and how depressing that must have felt at times!!! ROFL
I'm really a 6ft very young blonde babe ;-)
Ummm and apologies for changing the subject. Put it down to my being British rather than just insensitivity!
Double hugs to make up for it!
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