A day of two halves

Today marks two years since my Mum died.

A good session this morning at the PT group weights circuits with a new routine for the next six weeks. I enjoyed it and a good mix of folks in the class. Got to know quite a few regulars now.

I got a message after I got home from Gemma , who is home in Aberdeenshire along with her 10 year old son Hunter from the heat of Dubai. Her husband works for a Norwegian oil company based out there. We used to sit together at work and we got to know each other well. And S photographed her wedding in 2012. She wondered if I was free to meet up around 2:30, which I was.

We met at the south inch car park . Hunter has sprouted since I last saw him. What a lovely young lad he is, very calm, like his parents! We went for a coffee, had a good chat, and then went into a few of the Charity shops as Hunter was looking for a book. He didn’t find the Alex Ryder one he wanted but got a Tom Gates. Brought back memories as both grandsons loved reading those authors at his age.

We the. Went into the Museum which going with a child you can see how well it has been done to accommodate youngsters learning from media. I was impressed.

By the time we had done all this our two hours in the car was up so we said our goodbyes and said would see each other next summer. It’s great to have a friend where you can just pick up where you left off the last time you met….

I didn’t have much for my tea, just some salmon and rice, easy to make and eat. I picked flowers from the garden and arranged in a lovely bouquet to take to our family grave at Blackford.

We decided to do what we did last year to mark the day. Drive to Blackford , Take flowers to the cemetery where Papa and Dad are then walk to the top of the Red Brae and along to the Bench where we roll our eggs at Easter. A place I’ve been coming to since I was able to walk! A place where memories are held deep inside me. It was the most perfect late summers evening . As dusk fell and we approached the time that mum took her last breath I put on her favourite song and we toasted her with practically the only food she ate in her last days, strawberry tarts! We said that Mum would be laughing at us doing this and saying that we were both daft!

It’s important to me to do something to mark her death and being there is full of happy memories and also there is the beauty of the view, made absolutely perfect by the sunset. The sky was stunning.

Just the two of us blubbering away as the music played, remembering this special lady. Still miss my Mum so much.