Sometimes I have a lot on. At the moment there are things I have to do which seem hard and fruitless. I know the end of the process will be sad. I know I will not have my Mum any more. But I have to remember to take one step at the time. A little warm footprint on the cold, cold path.
Part of the process is to continue to make. To keep my hands busy and allow my mind to assimilate and focus.
To remember her as she was when her mind worked. To remember that she will shine like a star inside me.
And that star will have colour and depth. And warmth around it.
Softness and form.
A practical side.
And a hug.
(This is our boy Henry looking at the snow from his hutch - he didn't think much of it on his paws!)