I'm sorry I haven't posted for a while. I haven't been coping very well. You might know from my last post that our family suffered a terrible loss recently and we're all trying to find a way of accepting & dealing with it. I've spent the past week or so trying very hard not to think. It's too raw right now and I have no defence against the pain or the hurt.
I've been trying to keep myself busy. Too busy to think. I designed some cards for Mum with lovely quotes I found. I have a beautiful rose candle to light for her. We always sent Mum roses on her Birthday & on Mothers Day every year. I can't bear that I'll never get to do that again.
This is one of the cards I made for Mum, the poem is so beautiful, I wish I knew who wrote it. I've tried to find out but haven't had any luck, does anyone know? I'd love to find out.
I found designing cards for Mum helped a little. I was doing something. I can't bring our dear angel back, and God knows I want to so badly, but I could make these little cards in the hope they might bring some comfort to our family. As I said, it distracted me from thinking for a while and I was glad of that because thinking leads to a lot of pain.
I'm trying to remind myself there is still such beauty around us, although right now it's a little difficult. Looking for something beautiful, I thought I'd take another photo of the lavender in our front garden to share with you. It's so pretty this year and smells glorious. It wasn't until I was looking at the photos that I noticed a tiny visitor to our garden, captured in the photograph. Can you see him?
I know that in the scheme of things it's such a tiny thing, literally, but our little visitor made me smile when I noticed him, caught forever in that little bubble of time. Here he is....
So, thank you to that tiny garden visitor. I so needed a reason to smile, and there he is.
I promise I'll try to give myself a shake honeys. I have a few posts just waiting to be written up and it will help keep me busy while time passes. They say that only time heals wounds don't they? I read once somewhere that the amount of pain felt when we love someone is equal to the amount of love we had for that person.
Mum was a sweet, smart, funny, brave lady who had such a huge heart and she was such an important part of my life. I miss her terribly and I always will.
Till next time honeys, sending heaps of hugs xx