Some years you are just glad to see gone, and for me 2019 is one of them.
Three people in this photo passed. The lady far right died in January, she played host to our shared Guy Fawkes Bonfire nights in my childhood. My Mum, fiesty and totally irreplaceable died on 30 December 2017 , her funeral was also in January. ( in the middle, cardigan over her shoulder).Both ladies had long and good lives and , were in their 90s. Not so the final departure, so painful I couldn’t write about it till now. My little brother curly mop top , near my Dad, bottom left with our dalmatian dog, died in June after a short battle with cancer. Only 63 and taken far too soon. Missed so much.
We have also spent the entire year trying and failing to move house, somewhere ,anywhere south of the M4 corridor so we are closer to our sons and their families. Twice we sold the house, twice we found somewhere to buy , and twice it all went very wrong. Not quite sure if we have the energy to try again in 2020.
So the year now departing can jolly well push off.
Happiness has been grabbed in both hands when the chance arose. Learning to appreciate the little things in life.
The first snowdrops of the year, at the end of January 2019.
Sending a crochet blanket to a homeless charity.
A Winter’s walk in February.
Walking with friends in March.
Making my first proper grown up quilt with no botching In April.
Buttercups in May.
Wedding of the year , youngest son Mr B and the new Mrs G, in June.
Bolton Abbey in July for Mr E’s birthday.
Knitting for grandchildren, August.
Getting up high and loving the moors- September. Life in perspective.
Book bingo- October. I managed to complete two rows. Escapism sometimes is the only way.
Appreciating the lovely coast, Whitby.
And the unexpected, December, Pickering Market Place.
So here’s to us and all that life chucks at us.