I've just spent the weekend with one of my brothers and one of my sisters in my mother's house in Wensleydale. The weather and the light were achingly beautiful and the dale was looking its early spring best. Over the months since my mother died, we have done a lot of clearing and sorting, and now the house is on the market. Even though all the personal stuff has gone, and the house no longer feels like my mother's home, it was painful to leave. I don't like the new dispensation, and I arrived back home very sad.
My sweet and lovely daughter-in-law (she of the dark glasses in the lamb video - see last but one post) sent me an email which hit the spot - It's difficult when you start to feel successful at living again and then things knock you back.
I kept a pair of old slippers at my mother's house. This time I brought them home. I shall take them and leave them at my daughter's house. It's time to face in the other direction.
p.s. if you click on my photographs, you can see how lovely the light was in the dale.
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