Now I have just had a memory of the scent of bayberry candles... My mother would always burn them around Christmas time. Thanks for some memories of her; I don’t think about her very often these days.
I love memories of candles and I love memories of mothers. It’s a word that always made me glow with happiness. Always happy to hear about other people’s mothers. Good people should never be forgotten and their stories should be spread so that they are remembered far and wide. I really believe that they live as long as someone remembers them and that’s the job of all of us.