A bright Christmas

Our second christmas without mum. Still very much an empty chair at the table and our thoughts were never far from her.

Some well meaning phone calls from friends set the tears off occasionally but that's ok.

Dad and I cooked dinner together - our last one at home, and then came to my house for tea, tv, a cuddle with George puss and sleep, thankful that the day went ok.

Mindful that many others are spending the day on their own for the first time or in difficult circumstances we were grateful that we were together.