06/03/2026
Today is my Mum’s birthday. How I wish she was here, letting us celebrate her for once. Her birthday was our annual chance to make the fuss of HER that she made of us. All of us. Each year. Without fail.
I grew up absolutely loving March. It had its challenges, I admit ....so many presents to buy in such a short space of time. But as far as challenges go, they couldn’t have been lovelier.
My mum was the queen of clever cakes. Not fancy triple tiered affairs but lovely home baked ones that tasted delicious and were personalised in a way that always made you feel special and noticed. So yes it was also a chance for me to show my love with a cake. Not quite as good as hers but filled with love.
My mum hated attention so she was happier when March moved to my Dad’s birthday, a week later. And there, she was in her element. Her man and her family all around her with the spotlight on someone else even though my dad’s birthday was actually their wedding anniversary. No surprise there Dad. You killed two birds with one stone in your very practical way . A way that was underpinned with total love.
And then of course came Mother’s Day. Mum back in the spotlight. “ I’ll cook”, she always protested.” That’s what Mums do. “ She never let my Dad wash up. He was too messy. But my husband was allowed to help.
March took on something extra in later life. Something to fit in amongst the happy days. March was when My Mum was diagnosed with a brain tumour so aggressive, it’s nicknamed the terminator. She couldn’t read her cards because it robbed her of the ability to do something she loved to do.
We had an anniversary party after she found out she had cancer. It was their 50 th. We brought my mum home from hospital. A day pass. We had shouty confetti but my goodness, we wanted so much more. What’s the secret of your long and happy marriage we mouthed even though the question we all wanted to ask is how long has our lovely Mum got. Not very long as it happened. She died nine weeks after being diagnosed in March. The month I used to absolutely love.
So why am I telling you this.
Because all of us trip and fall when anniversaries are coming. We think we are doing ok . We know a big day is approaching..We get ready to hurdle it but then we find ourselves on our knees. Felled by grief.
As I said I grew up loving March. Now it’s a month that’s full of different emotions. When they first died I was scared of it starting. Now my head and my heart spill over with many emotions …sadness, yearning, heartache, gratitude for what we had along with the memories that soothe my aching heart.
I write this for all of you who have contacted me on anniversaries and birthdays. Dates we wish grief hadn’t stamped its mark on. Dates
we wish we were still celebrating.
There is no right or wrong way to remember our loves. With tears. With smiles. With cakes. With heartbreak.
Remember them however you can.
Remember the love you shared.
This is for all our Marchs together Mum and Dad.
This is for you all here ❤️❤️
Four Little Words
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