My mother died some 20 years ago, in her late 70’s. failing health and dementia took her from us. It wasn’t unexpected and really a merciful release. I was in town with DH this morning and a little lady dropped something and as I went to pick it up and we exchanged a few words I suddenly thought of my mum. I suddenly wished it could have been her and I could have easily cried. I lost my last sister a few months ago, I am the last of my family now. My only cousin who was a lot older then me has died without children. I suppose loosing my sister has rather brought it all home to me. I have a lovely DH, 3 great children and 6 grandchildren but my original family has all gone. Sorry to be a bit miserable but mums are special aren’t they.
Hexham - is it a nice place to retire to - cousin retiring there?



which I just love. We often talk about her ways and things she said, DD has so many fond memories of when she would stay overnight with gran, share the same bed, have laughs, tell jokes. We all miss her so much, she was a wonderful lady.
