Memories and musing...

Memories... all alone in the moonlight...

Writing this is going to be quite a reflective, and at times painful, journey, I think.

I've spent this weekend thinking about my life so far, and it's left me feeling quite heavy, almost tearful, but also very proud of myself for getting through some tough times. But there have also been good times, so don't worry - it's not going to be one long dreary and depressing monologue! I think I'll also write about the process of writing this, as it's having an impact on me already... I'm also going to look through old photos as well.

Here is one of my favourites from the archives (below)

My grannie (mum's mum) is the little girl, her brother is Stanley, and their mum, Mabel Dodds, is in between them. Tragically, Stanley died when he was only 17, in a motorbike accident. Their mum never really recovered from that - how can someone ever recover from the death of their child? Grannie named her fourth child Stanley - I hadn't realised until last year that her brother had been called Stanley. How awful it was for Grannie, when she was in her 90s, to lose my mum in a road accident too. It must have brought back memories of how awful it was losing her brother. Life certainly has cruel twists of fate...