On 22.9.1978 at around 6pm my dear mum died. I was 18 years old and it felt so unreal when it happened . I always imagined she’d come back to me . I still dream about her vividly and feel her presence close to me each day .
My mum was an ordinary mum , she had no airs and graces , I never heard her talk badly of anyone, she was an extremely kind soul who saw the good in everyone . My mum was always making people laugh , she was also a fabulous baker, never learnt to drive and had a great relationship with her sister Hilda who used to take her away on sisterly weekends once in a while – my dear Auntie Hilda outlived my mum by over 26 years and she shared many memories of their childhood with me over those years – and I treasure these stories .
I don’t ever really remember my mum shouting at me or my sisters, she taught me how to be a good person and gave me an insight into why being a good mother is so fundamental to a child’s life and how a mothers love can shape the person that we become .
Every year on on the 22nd February (my mums birthday ) and the 22nd September I celebrate her life by buying flowers and writing about her in one of my journals .
My mum gave me a good life , because we lived in a shop she was always there every morning , every afternoon when I got home from school – I didn’t realise how lucky I was until just recently .
One thing my mum used to say to me was “if you really believe in something try to stand up for it and don’t let it it go” I see now that believing in skin to skin is not something I am ever going to let go of .
My mum gave me a firm foundation in my life – and this blog is my way of thanking her
Thank you for reading,
With love & kindness
Jenny 💛
Dedicated to my mum
Dorothy Guiney 22.2.1925 – 22.9.1978
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