A few days ago, my 93 years young mother passed from us, quietly, in her sleep.
The following day, after a few hours of trying, I managed to contact my brother to inform him of the news. He was on holiday in another part of the UK.
I hadn't seen or spoken to my elder brother for more years than I care to remember. We had just drifted apart from each other.
He called to my home yesterday to discuss the arrangements that had been made, it was good to be in contact again.
He had thoughtfully brought me a gift for my birthday, which is today.
This is where the strange bit comes in.
About an hour ago, I opened my gift that he had given me, and he had no way of knowing my likes and dislikes over the past years.
But just look what it was.
My heroes
Bogs
The following day, after a few hours of trying, I managed to contact my brother to inform him of the news. He was on holiday in another part of the UK.
I hadn't seen or spoken to my elder brother for more years than I care to remember. We had just drifted apart from each other.
He called to my home yesterday to discuss the arrangements that had been made, it was good to be in contact again.
He had thoughtfully brought me a gift for my birthday, which is today.
This is where the strange bit comes in.
About an hour ago, I opened my gift that he had given me, and he had no way of knowing my likes and dislikes over the past years.
But just look what it was.
My heroes
Bogs