Not Just a Granny

My mother would have been 89 years old today. Except that she died when she was 52, about 3 years after this photo was taken.

I was 29 at the time and I remember thinking, as you do, that my Mother was quite old. Now that I’m 65 of course I realise that she wasn’t really.

I often wonder how our lives, my 3 sisters and mine, would have turned out if she hadn’t died so young. I’m almost certain that I would not have emigrated to the UK if she were still alive.

So even though she isn’t alive to celebrate her birthday, I still think about her every year and wish her a happy birthday wherever she may be.

You are still missed ❤❤