Passing On

As we sit around the table for my Dad’s birthday my Mum says quietly, “See this ruby ring that I had for my 40th wedding anniversary? I want Florrie to have it when I’m gone.” I look at her.
“You are having my engagement ring and I want Florrie to have this one.” The ring moves a little on her knuckle as she touches it. She seems determined that I will agree to do this for her. “Okay.” I say after a moment.
Florrie, who is deep in conversation with my Dad, looks over at me and says, “Are you ok? You look a bit sad.” I realise that this is supposed to be a joyful birthday celebration for my Dad. He is seventy eight today and my Mum was eighty in the summer. Yes I’m sad.
I smile, as expected, but it doesn’t reach my eyes.

Tick tock

She has taken her last exam and finished her last day at school, her prom is tomorrow and she has a nice weekend job that will hopefully extend a bit for the weeks of the holidays. She wants to go to college and then university, she has plans…she thinks her life is mapped out.
How quick these days, these years go.
I want to slow them down I want to make them last because I am scared that soon there will be too few left…then none…and the opportunities for talking, for being, with loved ones will have gone. | Slimming World Recipes & More

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