Death happens and there’s no getting away from it.
Life and Death – If we weren’t able to have a smile about both this would be a very miserable place.
On Sunday it will be Mother’s Day in the UK, or as the Church of England prefers to call it ‘Mothering Sunday’.
It hardly seems a moment since my hubby and I were discussing Mother’s Day. He was sat at the table when he announced, If anyone asks you for ideas, I’m making a list of a few bits that I’d like for Father’s Day. I laughed before replying “You do know this one is Mother’s Day and not Father’s Day.” A look of disappointment came over his face and then those blue eyes of his twinkled, he gave me a very sweet, cheeky smile and quipped “Do you want to swap?”
We never did swap and sadly he never made it to Father’s Day either.
Hubby’s gift to me that year was a bowl of hyacinths, and having just come in from the garden, I notice that having survived the dog’s endless excavating, they are once again making an appearance and just in time for Mother’s Day.
This lovely spring day encouraged me to buy flowers for the cemetery, it also prompted a conversation with number four daughter that went something like this.
Me: “I might take flowers to your great grandmother’s grave next week, I haven’t been there in years, do you want to come with me?”
Sophie: “Ooh yes please, that’s my idea of a perfect day out, I love cemeteries!”
She was deadly serious, so I’m thinking I ought to make sandwiches!
Sophie: “When I die I want to be buried at sea.”
Me: “What? Why do you want to be buried at sea?”
Sophie: “To annoy everyone!”
She is her father’s child! (not that there was any doubt). It sounds like an extra-ordinary day out at sea will definitely call for sandwiches!
Written in response to the daily word-prompt ‘ordinary’