Remembering A Loved One

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A year ago this week my lovely mum had a cancer diagnosis followed by surgery and then chemotherapy.
Sadly she died 9 months later.
Please share your lovely memories of your loved one.
It’s also mum’s birthday this week.
I miss our silly conversations based around Catherine Tate shows ...Aw Right Neville? when we called each other and silly Vicar of Dibley references.
I miss her.
What silliness do you miss?

I remember dancing with my DDad - standing on the tops of his feet- when I was pretty young. Then there was the time when he was trying to teach me my times tables, and I just could not remember 7x6. But DDad got frustrated with me, and 7x6 was evermore known as 'forty-flaming-two'.
When I was little and came home from school for lunch (wouldn't be allowed now!) DMum would sometimes put a sign on the back door - 'mum's caff' and would have made me chips and served them in a paper bag.
Funny the little things that you remember!

It's still very early days for you OP. Glad you are looking to recall the lovely times.

Haha. Dancing on feet. I remember that and my son also remembers that too! Must be a thing.

My dad's uncle. Joey. Spending days hunting for my imaginary stick man friend who went missing in preparation for me starting infant school.

Saying he'd had a lovely apple for me but the false teeth in his pocket ate it.

So many things. He died when I was 11. I'm going to be 50 next weekend and I still miss him.

So many things. I was a tiny kid and he was in his 70s but he was able to be on my level.

The best friend I ever had in the whole world ever.

He'd be 106 now if he was alive. I wish he was

My grandma, died last year just before my baby was born. Like a mum to me as grew up with her. I remember rubbing hundreds of oinions she had grown and catching butterflies and climbing under her kitchen table....then my first born doing exactly what I did at her house under the table! All the baking and that morning cup if tea she made, nothing quite like it. Sadly time isnt always a healer.

He was just funny and fun. Witty and funny. His laugh, throw your head back and laugh, that’s what I remember. He called his kids “me munches” as in munchkins, he adored them.
Eating chips on Christmas Day.
I will never ever recover from his death, not in a million years.