With Mother’s Day around the corner, I wanted to write you a letter sharing some of my favourite memories. Walking through Bath yesterday I caught a waft of your perfume, Ysatis, and for a moment I thought you were somewhere up ahead of us. There are so many things I’m so grateful to you for, and I’m still in awe of all you achieved, and how you brought me up at the same time.
Do you remember snuggling up on the sofa together to watch Dallas, Dynasty and The Colbys? Today’s soap queens can’t hold a candle to Alexis. Although we could never understand why she fought so often with Krystle for Blake’s attentions!
Jewellery and make-up
Do you remember how I used to love playing with your make-up, costume jewellery, and drawer full of scarves? Funny how the wheel has come full circle as your grand-daughter plays the exact same games with mine. Except I don’t have any spit black cake mascara or orange lipstick …
Do you remember phoning my father at work one day from our new house, to ask him how to turn on the oven? After he’d stopped laughing and told you, you made the yummiest pavlova ever – I’ve never tasted another one anywhere near as good as yours.
Interest free credit
Do you remember how all your major purchases were governed by whether or not you could get them on interest-free credit? And how you always paid off all purchases in good time so you never incurred any interest? It’s a lesson I learned well and I have no credit card debt today, thanks to you.
Do you remember how I used to complain bitterly at being dragged around garden centres? I got so bored and could never understand why you loved looking at plants all the time – or buying them for that matter. I can see you smiling now as I inflict the same torture on your grand-daughter.
Do you remember how you always gave me unconditional love and support? And tried to give me advice that I rarely listened to? You can laugh to yourself as this is happening right now with me and your grand-daughter.
Mummy, it’s been 28 years since I last saw you, spoke with you, held you. Cancer is a bitch. I hope your grand-daughter never has to lose her mother the way I lost you. It’s so unfair you never had the chance to meet each other, enjoy that special grandmother/grand-daughter bond, and gang up on me.
I hope you know how much I love you. I’m so thankful I had you to love me for as long as I did, and to teach me what I needed to learn. I am who I am today because of you and I hope you are proud of me. I still miss you, more than I can ever put into words. But I try so hard to believe that you’re watching over me, just as you always did when I was a child.
All my love, always, Lisa xxx