I got really cross over my mum's clothes, cos mum was very small, and she liked knee-length skirts. I bought clothes in her style and spent hours sewing them to the right length for her. Trousers too. Only to find they disappeared, and she'd be dressed in a skirt far too long for her preference, and trousers that had to be turned over three times to stop her tripping up.
I didn't even like my mum, but I spend those hours sewing clothes for her cos my dad would have wanted me to. And then the bloody things went walk-about.
I bought her turtle neck jumpers cos she always hated the look of her neck. They disappeared. I bought her acrylic cardigans cos she was allergic to wool. I found her wearing woollen cardigans and her skin red raw. Nobody bothered, only me.
All these things might seem to be quite minor in importance, but in fact are not.
If my little mum were still alive, I'd be running a campaign right now.
I hope you all get your rellies sorted okay.
Love
Margaret