The strangest, saddest Easter was upon us yesterday. This time last year we were pulling together well as a family dealing with our first Easter without dad.
An important time of year for me. I love Easter. Just like Christmas but without
1. The stress
2. The cost
3. The cold, dark nights
And usually after church we set to making the table, creating a perfect roast and likely walking the dog amongst the daffodils.
Mum is very poorly. We stayed in.
Mum in bed. The twins a little bored.
A planned trip to greenwich to see the tall ships docking was cancelled. As was church.
Things often don't go to plan. That's life I guess.
Dealing with it with inner strength, I felt ok until my oldest child reminded me things are not looking good with mums health.
Feeling sad.
