Had a conversation today about deaths in families with others that had lost a parent when they were younger. Conversation was the same as always – everyone seems to be affected hugely, even a decade later, whereas I don’t seem to apart from some moments.
Fast forward 12 hours and whilst reading a totally random blogpost [reading the blog as I'm generally interested how the world is changing for children] a long forgotten memory from my mum comes back.
Up until she got ill she used to make me sandwiches for school breaks [German schools are generally only in the mornings, no lunch] and very occasionally she would put in a note telling me she loved me or that she was hoping I have a nice day. I miss that.
I’m having one of those moments.
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