Thanks for your post,
@Scouts girl - I wish I could talk to Mum and tell her about the changes we're planning in our life. Well, in my mind, I do talk to her, and I hope she can hear me. Like you, I wish I could have back one of those visits. We will always miss our Mums, I'm supposing. xx
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We came back from York - very tired, but happy that we're making the right decision to move there. I remembered so much from my childhood - for example, when we were looking round the streets near a house that was up for sale, I discovered a path leading to a field covered with hawthorn bushes in full blossom and the long grass full of cow parsley. We had a field like that at the bottom of our road when I was a little girl, and the strange and astringent smell of the may blossom and cow parsley brought it all back.
On the way home, we called in at the cemetery in Derbyshire where Mum's ashes and those of my father are buried and took a look at the slab that I designed and ordered. It was very nice, though covered with bird droppings - it lies under a willow tree - but I managed to clean it up before laying some flowers and saying some prayers.
I had found a couple of packets of seeds - Virginia Stock and Limnanthes or Poached Egg Plant - in Mum's house last year, which she must have bought (she was a passionate gardener) and which were still in date. I sowed them at the sides of the slab in the bit which belongs to the grave. It's very unlikely they'll come to anything without regular watering in the initial stages, but the action felt good.
It was sad to see the grave, but it did also help a bit to have a focus. I shall try to visit at least once a year - it's about 70 miles from York, so will be nearer to us once we've moved from Norfolk.
We're hoping to put our own house up for sale in about ten days time, once we've made it look its best and cleaned it to within an inch of its life.