THIS article is being written on August 28. To most this doesn’t mean a thing, but to me it means a lot.
It’s my Mum’s birthday and she would have been 93 today if she hadn’t been taken from me on February 25, 2012.
That date is significant too as it’s Dr S’s birthday. I often think of my Mum but particularly today and recently as I was asked if I could have anything in the world, what would I have. After much thought, and dismissing material things, I decided I would settle for one more cup of tea and a smoked salmon and cream cheese bagel with my Mum.
One more chat about all the stuff we talked about – her grandchildren, what TV shows she had seen, her surviving family members. She was one of 10 brothers and sisters. It makes me very grumpy and sad that I can’t do that any more.
We talked about all sorts of things. She was a very kind woman. I had never heard her say a bad word about anyone and if Mrs S would ever dare say anything that may be considered a complaint about me, my Mum would always just respond, “Oh but he works so hard and smells so lovely.”
I was the youngest and her favourite. I know that because she told me and I could do no wrong in her eyes and believe me when I was a kid I was a handful, but not to my Mum.
But if I could have that one last sit down with her, I would have begged her to have the treatment that was offered to her to see if anything could be done to help cure the cancer she had but refused because of many reasons, none of which was because the type she had was untreatable, because it was.
So, if you are fortunate enough to have a Mum and maybe you haven’t called her as often as you should or you’ve made an excuse not to pop round and see her – do it. Don’t put it off because one day she won’t be there any more and then you will regret it like I am right now as I write this.
So that’s my grump this week. It’s dedicated to all the Mums out there that read my ramblings each week.
You are all the most amazing people and I salute you all.