Thursday, 12 July 2012
With these hands she held me, kept me safe, loved me. These hands nurtured me, they fed me, they kept me clean, if I fell they picked me up. These hands worked hard to ensure I had somewhere warm to sleep, they wrapped presents for me to open and wrote in cards for me to cherish.
With her hands she has knitted for me, has sewn clothes for me, she grew vegetables for me to eat and flowers for me to smell. These hands decorated my bedroom, they painted pottery for me to admire and baked cakes for me to devour.
Mum can no longer use these hands. When I visit her, I hold and kiss them and I tell her how hard they worked for me.
Three years ago Mum began to disappear from us, at first it was unnoticeable, then she disappeared almost overnight, and try as we might to hold on to her, it was like grasping the air. She had gone.
Almost 800,000 people in the UK are affected by Alzheimers, it is a cruel illness. When someone we love dies, we know that their memories of us die with them, it is even harder to comprehend when they still stand before you.
Thank you Mum, so many of my crafty ways are because of you.
My Mum would have been giddy with excitement if she knew I had started this blog. She would have bored the ladies in her pottery class each week with my antics! she would of been proud of me. I love my Mum.