A Dog Year and Dog Days – a diary after Mum died

2023

I found an album in my phone labelled – Diary after Mum Died. I haven’t looked at it for 7 years. 7 years has passed since my Mum died. My whole body has changed apparently. All my atoms or molecules and I am a different person. I was grieving at that point, those were the dog days. Now although I still miss her hugely for her ability to chat and advise, I am glad she died with no knowledge of dying.

She left with grace and aplomb and a bit of drama which she would have approved of. She was a terrible cook and gardener so I get a love of good food and scrubbling around in the dirt. And all the objects from her house, we took a part in haste when my bother was in town from Canada for a week. Some of them still sit with me and remind me of her.