Nell: There’s your mother in her garden with Seamus and baby Nigel.
Me: It’s a lovely photo, isn’t it? Can you believe it’s nine years today since she died?
Nell: A sad day.
Me: I remember it was a Sunday and a sunny day. As I drove home from the hospice I looked up at the sky and hoped she was safe and no longer in such pain.
Nell: She was and is. She’s with her beloved husband John and your little sister Alex and they are all watching over you.
Me: Yes.
Nell: I know this is always a difficult day for you so try and take things easy, please.
Me: This year is the first time I’m facing it without you by my side.
Nell: I’m always by your side.
Me: It’s different now. I can’t cuddle you.
Nell: I never particularly liked cuddles.
Me: You know what I mean.
Nell: David and Harriet are there and Kev gives the best hugs.
Me: He does.
Nell: What are your plans today?
Me: We’re going to put some flowers on my mother’s grave and then go for a walk with Dave and Harriet.
Nell: Poppy says your mother would want you to have a cream tea.
Me: She probably would.
Nell: And a glass of champagne.
Me: Maybe at the weekend when Charlotte is visiting us.
Nell: It’s her birthday next Wednesday, isn’t it?
Me: Yes, so we might have a pre-birthday celebration as we won’t see her on her actual birthday.
Nell: Good idea. You can toast your mother then.
Me: I still miss her so much, Nell.
Nell: I know you do. It doesn’t matter how old you are. Your mother is your mother and tears show your love.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
Nell: No sorries. Not today.
