Whilst on a dog walk recently, I had this overwhelming sense of nostalgia for days at school. Those frilly cotton socks I wore to school, pencil cases full to the brim, a red satchel I wore with pride and a hug at the end of the day.
Inevitably when I think of being little I think about my mum because my only memories of her are from when I was young. Usually, it means that my nostalgia is always tinged with sadness. This time was a little different. Through therapy I am trying to learn how to remember my mum without feeling like I will end up in a heap on the floor. So this time I tried this out.
I remembered how she used to wait by the door for my bus to drop me off and when I walked in the door she would have a slice of cake and a cup of tea (with 2 sugars) on the table for me. At the time I never thought about it but now I know how kind that little gesture was. I would dump my bag and coat and take off my school shoes. I would cuddle the dogs and chat about my day.
Memories like these are so important when you lose someone.
I don’t really know where I was going with the post. I guess I’m trying to say, appreciate the little things people do for you and I guess I’m also trying to say, it’s okay to be sad when you lose someone but don’t let that be all you hold onto. Remember the happy times because they are the most precious treasure you have.
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