My Mum died back in 1987. She was 55 at the time, which the 29-year old idiotic me thought was a reasonable age. Now that I am 54 I am realising just how young she was and just how much more life she should have had.
She would have loved the Tinkids (thankfully my brother had two children before she died so she did have the pleasure, however briefly, of being a grandmother).
She would have loved the fact that Tingirl took her name as her Confirmation Name, honouring a granny that she never met.
She would have loved what I do here. She was always full of support and encouragement for my attempts at writing, even just the essays I’d write at school.
Today is her 80th birthday, which is why I am thinking especially about her.
Happy Birthday, Mum.