Sorry to hear about the loss of your mum.
I know Christmas is a mixed bag of emotions for you this year.
This poem seemed to help me through it.
I still hear the songs, I still see the lights.
I still feel your love on cold wintery nights.
I still share your hopes and all of your cares. I'll even remind you to please say your prayers.
I just want to tell you, you still make me proud. You stand head and shoulders above all the crowd.
Keep trying each moment to stay in His grace. I came here before youto help set your place.
You don't have to be perfect all of the time. He forgives you the slip, if you continue to climb.
To my family and FRiends please be thankful today. I'm still close beside you, In a new special way.
I love you all dearly, now don't shed a tear, Cause I'm spending my Christmas with Jesus this year.
Thank you for that - strange really the only time I really thought about her was when I got myself the Christmas morning cup of coffee.
A tradition we had for a few years on Christmas morning whilst preparing the dinner was to have a freshly made filter coffee, sometimes one of those individual ones and then later from the coffee maker.
Dad bought me a coffee maker for my birthday and although I have used the filter feature many times I had not used the espresso and frothy milk bit. I did that for the first time on Christmas Day and toasted mum, she would have loved this machine.
I suppose because of her illness - dementia I lost the real mum a long time ago I only really think of her when doing or eating certain things, the day to day mum went a long time ago.
My Christmas morning cup of coffee
My coffee maker
