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A Year On
family 1963

It's exactly a year since my mother died. (By a sinister coincidence, I also find myself exactly one year nearer my own death - what are the chances?)

I don't really have anything to add to that, but I'll share this picture that my brother just put on Facebook, of our family in 1963: my mother, my father, my brother, me and our dog, Topsy. I think it's fair to describe these as simpler days, at least from my point of view.

A lovely photo. It appears that that dog adored your mom.

Topsy died when I was about three, so I don't remember her well, but we still have the little pottery statuette my mother made of her - her one successful foray into the plastic arts!

Those anniversaries are hard. I can't believe it's been a year. She was so vivid a person in your posts.

Thank you. She's so vivid a presence in my mind that, ironically, I have barely missed her until now - but more so, recently.

Lovely photo - so much love showing!

It's one of my favourites.

Gosh, your mother looks just like you! (I mean, I know it's the other way round really...) And you all look so happy to be together, it's a lovely picture.

I'm the only who seems to be taking it all for granted... :)