Sunday Again

My goodness, how do we put a hand on time and ask it to wait? The weeks are moving faster than I can hold them.

A few Sundays ago, I wrote that I would try not to speak quite so much about grief, loss and my Mum. An overwhelming number of people replied, urging me not to stop.

So today I am sharing more from my mother’s commonplace books and this wonderful video of her, on her sofa at home, probably filmed after Sunday lunch one day. For a few precious moments, she is here again: her voice, her smile, her unmistakable spark.

How grateful I am to have these fragments of her still…