It would have been my mam’s birthday today. I miss her silliness and warmth and wisdom. My life has twisted and turned perhaps more (certainly more sharply) than ever before since she has been gone. I wish she had been there to guide me. I wish I could introduce Heather to her. I wish we could have a silly conversation, and a hug.
I raise a glass of whisky tonight, to the best, to my dwarfy.
Time for a little trip northwards to my lovely old home town of Newcastle as we hadn’t been in a little while. We went with plans to see some more far afield sights by it became dominated by some wonderful snowdog sculptures.
I don’t know if they have parties, wherever, whatever, your spirit is. They should do. There should be cake, and drink. There should be fun and laughter. And you are there, so there must be love. I wish I could celebrate with you my pixie. <3