Mother’s Day

4th April 2011

Yesterday was a hard day as it was Mother’s Day.  I had sent a card for my mum which arrived before she died but it had been put to one side ready for yesterday.  We still went to church as I needed the company instead of moping around at home.  I’m glad I went.

I spoke to dad this morning then again this evening.  He rang me the second time we spoke to let me know that the funeral will be next Monday morning.   We have arranged to go down on Sunday and stay overnight with Chris and Peter.  The funeral is at 10.40 am with the cars leaving my dad’s house at 10 am.

Most of the time I don’t feel too bad but then something is said that starts me off crying.  It doesn’t matter what my relationship was like with my mum she was still my mum.  I am finding myself remembering the good memories not the bad so that is good.

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About Philippa

I am married to Rick and we live in a small town in County Durham. We have two dogs, a cat and two budgies. I am also an adoption survivor. In 1981 my son was born and I was then forced to surrender him. It took 23 years and reunion for my to find out that my son's adoption was legally known as a forced adoption and illegal but social workers got away with it because mothers didn't know their rights.
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