Crying and drinking?
Don't you dare! Drinking and laughing and remembering good times. And something that really helps - remember the nice things you did for her when you could. Going fishing for the weekend would be the kind of life affirming sort of thing I would like to be remembered by. And remember, the tears aren't for your mum, they're for you. Do you really want that sort of thing?

One of my mates died a while ago. I say mate he was much more, a surrogate father if you will. I still get sad when I think of him but quickly snap out of it when I remember his smiles and kindness, he would have been the first to help so I can't stay sad.

Anyway, enough maundering and have a friendly punch in the biceps. Hugs are so common these days. ;o)
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Tue 10 Feb 2009, 11:44, Reply)