365 Days Later

At time of posting it will be a year since my mum passed away, it does not feel like a year, not one bit. It is weird to think that since her death I have graduated university with a 2.1, started to learn to drive, moved back home, turned twenty-one and seen All Time Low live for the tenth time. I have done a lot of stuff in the past year, a lot of stuff she will never know about.

So what does one do when the anniversary of loved one finally arrives? In all honesty, I have no idea. My day is going to be rather normal I have a driving lesson and work on the same day; I hope that after work some friends and I could go out for a few drinks as a way to remember my mum.  I don’t want to shut myself out from the world and wallow in sadness but I also don’t want to make a big fuss about the day.

Really it’s just one day out of 365 of them, it will begin and it will end. I will have friends and family around me who will make sure I am okay and that is what really matters being surrounded by loved ones.


Mamma Mia!

Mamma Mia!

Mamma Mia, a film that ITV seems to play almost religiously (I kid you not). It is also a film that when it came to Christmas my nanna got two copies because two people both thought the same thing ‘Denise will love that!’ It is fair to say that the film is well loved amongst my family.

Despite some awful singing from herself and the actors my mum loved that film, in fact I think it still may be recorded on the TiVo box downstairs. If my mum had had a few drinks and the film was on she would turn it up and sing along. I wouldn’t say my mum was a huge film lover but Mamma Mia and Sister Act were two films she really enjoyed watching.

So do your parents have any favourite films? Is your film taste similar to that of your parents? I can safely say that mine is far from any of my parents taste in music.


I am my mother’s daughter

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I’ve Become My Parents.”

My mum used to get annoyed about housework stacking up, be it the cleaning or the washing up, I now understand exactly where she was coming from. After my mum passed I found myself frustrated with sharing the house with my stepfather and stepbrother, they are two messy individuals and I began to fully understand why my mum used to yell the house down.

Only recently, I became aware that I had picked up a few of my mum’s habits when I asked my stepbrother to bring down the glasses from his room before he left home. In that moment I was clearly channelling my mum.

I can only guess in time and maybe when I decided I have children that I will develop more of my mum’s habits. Like mother, like daughter.