It is 4 years today since my lovely mum died, most of the day has been ok a little sad at times. From when she went into hospital my dad started coming over for his dinner on a sunday and he still does 4 years on and thats ok (most of the time) as I'm the closest to him my brother and I both live locally my other siblings are spread over the country the bulk of care etc falls to me.
What I'm getting at is, My eldest sister who comes over as quiet harsh and emotionless has sent me this morning the most beautiful bouquet of flowers I knew they were for me and not mum as they had lillies in them (my favourite,Mum hated them).I know it is her way of saying thanks for all I do for dad and for the flowers I take to chuch etc etc.
Suppose what I'm trying to say is that although it made me cry when I got them it made me remember that I am thought about by others to and that the other members of my family have not not forgotten the significance of the date either. Sorry for rambling on