Im a little late joining in Mama Kat's workshop this week...Hope you can forgive me.
I was a little undecided as to which prompt to choose as the obvious one was:
1.) Write a letter to yourself from someone who has passed on. (ie: parent, grandparent, famous person, friend, pet, etc)
I was in two minds to do it because I seem to be writing about My Mum a lot lately and Im begining to sound a bit depressing but then I stopped by Brea's Blog and read her entry and thought to myself...Why Not I'll give it a go.
I didnt want to leave you and the boys...
I really didnt
I wasn't ready...
I was afraid.
I didnt want you to be there the night I passed
I knew you wouldnt cope with it very well.
I dont blame you and the boys for not visiting me in the chapel of rest
or for not tending my Grave
I know you cant bear to go there and be reminded
It will make you angry knowing Im 6ft under your feet.
By the way that photo you all picked for the funeral was awful
You know I hated it!
But I know you liked it so I guess I can forgive you.
Talking of funerals did you like the stunt I pulled with the hearse?
I knew the minute I got the hearse to break down in the middle of a busy EastEnd high street
You would All Laugh
"Flipping Typical...Mums late for her own Funeral!"
I heard you...
Me, Grandad and Aunt Toot were up here killing ouselves laughing!
That was Grandads idea!
Heaven does exist.
It is great up here
I get my hair done whenever I want
My feet rubbed all the time
and I look Fantastic in My bikini again...My stretch marks have vanished!
I'm so relieved You and Papa syder sorted out your differences
He was grieving too Em
He was like a Son to me.
Dont you ever let things between you get like that again!
Get My retirement house sorted out!
What possessed you to ignore all my hard graft I put into that place?
I want it looking lovely and you all using it
just as I planned.
Love The idea of you naming it after me
Makes me feel important.
Dont let the kids forget me Em
Remind them of me whenever you can
Tell them I love them
And wish that I could take them to Clacton pier for ice cream.
Those white feathers were from me.
Im glad you have given up smoking
Now sort your weight out.
The double chin doesnt look good on you
Stop that comfort eating.
No amount of biscuits is gonna bring me back.
Im sorry I didnt tell you I was dying
I just couldnt bring myself to do it
I know you understand.
Ive got My eye on you all So Make sure you Behave!
See you when you get here...Aunt Toot is shouting out to tell you "We will have a big party!"