What The People We Love Leave Behind (little bright sparks we carry with us ✨)
💞 This Sunday, it’s Mother’s Day. 💞 As someone who lost my mum 4.5 years ago, I’ve realised the “special days” aren’t necessarily the hardest. Those dagger-in-the-heart moments can sneak up and crush you at any time. Often for no obvious reason at all. I guess that’s the brutal indicator of how much you loved someone. My mum taught me mostly through actions, not words. Of course she had the wise words too… 🔥 “Katie, it’s like you’re banging your head against a brick wall, and the noise is annoying your father!”🔥 Mostly, she was a doer. She showed love through generosity and care: 🥣 🍞 Popping over to a neighbour’s house with homemade soup and freshly baked sourdough when they were unwell. 🌱🪴Taking a cutting from her garden, finding the perfect pot + potting mix, then preparing it for the friend who’d admired the plant. 💝👩🍳 Veganising all her Christmas baking and making little gift baskets for her clients. After 30 years as a nurse, Mum became a home carer. Since losing her, so many people have told me she was the “bright spark of happy” in their day, just like she was in mine. 🌻 I guess the point of this post is to reflect on the ways we remember the bright sparks of happy that are no longer in our lives. Maybe it’s your mum or dad. A partner. A grandparent. A dear friend. A beloved fur-friend. Loss is brutal. I don’t think it gets easier… However the memories, the shared wisdom, the inherited mannerisms, the recipes, the little rituals… they become things we cling to. Things we’re grateful for. Sometimes things worth sharing. If you feel up for it, I’d love to hear about yours. 😘 I’ll go first in the comments.