17/06/2026
My late mum would have been 80 today. This photo of her and my youngest sister was taken at her 60th.
I thought 60 was old back then, and here I am a mere 2 years from 60 as well.
She was fun-loving, deeply caring and incredibly insecure.
She taught me how to laugh, how to love and how to forgive. She taught me the difference between right and wrong and if you can't say anything nice, shut your trap.
She loved her children fiercely. The hardest thing for her to do was to bury her only son. Although she met her grandchildren (all of them) she wasn't around to see her great-grandbabies born. I can only imagine how mushy she'd have been with them.
Make no mistake, under that mush was a take-no-sh*t grandmother who (sometimes) could be unfair with her grandies. But don't you dare say or do anything to hurt them, you would not have lived to tell the tale.
So, today I remember her with love, with sadness, but most of all with pride. She sacrificed MUCH for her children, and if given another chance at life ... she'd do it all over again.