Five years to the day since my Mother departed this goodly earth.
The Man and I went to Mom's grave today...just because I had to. It's something I need to do every so often.
We've had a lot of snow lately, as you can see. I had to dig to find the stone - and even then, I found it iced over. Not that her stone reveals any great truths to me or anything...I just wanted to see it...see her name. Sadly, I couldn't get all the ice off it as I only had my keys to work with, and I feared scratching the marble surface.
I guess it was about five years ago today that I started despising Christmas. The yuletide season was always my mother's favourite. She wanted the tree up, the lights on the house and garland on the banisters the minute the jack-o-lantern was gone.
It seems strange that this time of 'giving and generosity' took from me one of the best things in my life.
So does cancer.
I miss you, Mom.