Going home

There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under the heavens.

I'm going home this week, to my home town. To do a few things at mum's house, our family home, and to spend some time with my sisters. It is going to be hard. It's not going to be the same without you there mum. There will be tea and slices but there won't be you. I wish that I had been able to have more time with you. I had so much more to tell you. *To talk about. To laugh over.  And to cry over. We still had so many cups of tea to drink together. Miss you. Miss you so so much.  xx

*edited by me, 13.12.11