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On this day, 6 years ago, the world lost a part of it's heart. My mum was a woman who would always listen, who loved and always cared for those around her. I celebrate her life today, instead of mourn my loss. Today is extra reason to love more, take less and live to the fullest. May you rest peacefully mum. I love you with everything I have - especially after this time. It does not diminish - it only strengthens. Xxx

In the spirit of this I will tell a story of my mum.

My mum was the go to girl, she was the one I could talk to who understood me, accepted me and loved me unflinchingly and unfailingly. I wasn't perfect and as a child I would scare the bejeezers out of her. Other days I would irritate her. When I was three I had a friend – Warren, who lived opposite me. Our mum's got along well and during the summer they would hang out on the flat roof, whilst we played.

One such day our mum's were completely engrossed in conversation and Warren and myself found ourselves in my bathroom. I looked at Warren and smiled and suggested being like grown-ups. He looked at me puzzled – I returned the idea to him and said, well our mummies wash our hair, lets be like them. He grinned. I realised we needed to wet our hair, and tried to turn the taps to no avail. Faced with this quandary I put all my three year old ingenuity and problem solving skills to the test and came up with a fairly genius idea.

Catch the water from the flush of a toilet – it was clean before it sat at the bottom, in my mind and so I used that reasoning to use the water. Hair wet I looked around for the shampoo. I picked up the first thing to come to hand (after quite a bit of climbing I must add) and put it on both out hair. It didn't foam. So I put more on it – still no foam. Must need more water was my reasoning. Lets put it this way - thirty minutes went past and my mother came in, to find the top half of the house flooded. And the “shampoo” still hadn't foamed. As for what was in my best friends hair, and mine – well it wasn't shampoo, that's for certain. It was bathroom strength cream cleanser. My blonde hair had never been so blonde!

Lets put it this way. My mum saw the funny side in the deduction of what had happened. And for years afterwards managed to tell the story. One other thing, because of the story telling to anyone who would listen, or the showing of baby pictures – including a rather large one on permanent display at my parents house. I do not have any qualms with showing my baby picture as can be seen below – this is my mum (Aged 36 years – now you know where the lack of aging comes from with me and myself as a baby!)



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April 2011

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