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Dec. 17th, 2006 01:32 pmI've been cleaning today. Why? because I was woken by a phonecall from my friend's Mum, indicating she would be round to deliver a card. (I didn't answer the 'phone of course, don't you know me yet? She left a message.)
This is one of the Mums that has always scared me (yep, that was one of the TRUE statements from here) It doesn't help that she always had the cleanest most pristine home I have ever seen. I haven't seen her for around 2/3 years. We had little in common anyway, and once we lost Cheryl, realisitically nothing at all.
So her phonecall thrust me from my bed and into a frenzy of tidying - as it turns out she stayed on the doorstep as she couldn't park, but hey, it's tidy now.
She brought me a disc of photographs though, all Cheryl's photographs that her uncle had scanned. So bittersweet. A load of snaps on there that I haven't seen since she went, I'm on lots of them, It's a catalogue of our last few years together. So is beautiful. But heartbreaking too. She was only 26 for God's sake. The last photographs (and this is so cheesy, like some naff movie) were of her 5 months into treatment, her hair just growing back, with her sister's newborn. Family shots, all the generations together, then a few just her and the baby. I hate it. I do miss her, though you assimilate it into day to day life most of the time. It was a really nice gesture from her mum, but has made me so sad too.
This is one of the Mums that has always scared me (yep, that was one of the TRUE statements from here) It doesn't help that she always had the cleanest most pristine home I have ever seen. I haven't seen her for around 2/3 years. We had little in common anyway, and once we lost Cheryl, realisitically nothing at all.
So her phonecall thrust me from my bed and into a frenzy of tidying - as it turns out she stayed on the doorstep as she couldn't park, but hey, it's tidy now.
She brought me a disc of photographs though, all Cheryl's photographs that her uncle had scanned. So bittersweet. A load of snaps on there that I haven't seen since she went, I'm on lots of them, It's a catalogue of our last few years together. So is beautiful. But heartbreaking too. She was only 26 for God's sake. The last photographs (and this is so cheesy, like some naff movie) were of her 5 months into treatment, her hair just growing back, with her sister's newborn. Family shots, all the generations together, then a few just her and the baby. I hate it. I do miss her, though you assimilate it into day to day life most of the time. It was a really nice gesture from her mum, but has made me so sad too.
