Today, 29th September, would have been mum’s 97th birthday. Mum passed away aged 94 and there are so many questions I wish I had asked her. Everyday I want to pick up the phone and tell her all the things that have happened, the coincidences that have occurred, the people I have met and ones that have a connection with her too and about old schoolfriends of mine that she knew. Yet I did ask mum lots about the family and her friends. She and I exchanged many secrets – secrets about people we both knew but couldn’t tell anyone else. We also laughed together a great deal. In many ways we were so alike – down to our politics and our prejudices! I wear many of mum’s old jumpers and love their fit and feel. J says I am turning into her – luckily he always got on with mum and when she stayed with us they would good-naturedly gang up against me and, truly, that made me happy and we all laughed about it. So, please, if you are lucky enough to have parents or a parent alive do not forget to ask the questions now because once they are gone it will be too late.💕