Apologies for the radio silence, but I’ve been dealing, or attempting to deal with, a pretty big thing, which has nothing to do with Make Do and Mend, and I have ummmed and ahhhed about whether to post about it.
But here goes.
My mum died.
3 weeks ago, at the age of 63, from cancer.
We knew it was coming, but at the end it came much quicker than we thought it would.
I didn’t get the chance to have all those conversations I was planning to have.
To say “Thankyou” to her for being my mum.
But it was peaceful for her at the end, and she died holding my dad’s hands.
I guess, that at the end, none of us can ask for anymore than that.
So that’s why I haven’t been around.
Like I say, I wasn’t sure whether to say anything, but it’s a pretty big thing, and I think I would feel odd just picking up again where I left off without even mentioning it. As if it hadn’t happened. As if my life hadn’t changed forever.
Unsurprisingly I have been markedly lacking in any kind of enthusiasm for anything remotely Make Do and Mend, or crafty. It has been all I can do to put food on the table, and pretend that the house is vaguely clean.
But I am starting to feel a little spark of something when I have been browsing blogs and flicking through magazines, and Christmas is just around the corner, so I need to get my Making Mojo back.
I don’t know what else to say.
As I am discovering, life goes on. Cruelly, relentlessly, and seemingly uncaringly, life goes on.
Things start to return to normal, except that they will never be normal ever again.