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WHAT MUM WAS REALLY LIKE |
Mum’s hair wasn’t just blonde it had bits of brown in. She hadn’t dyed it, it was just natural I think.
She always believed in nature.
She believed in peace, the natural things that God made.
She also didn’t believe in types of remedies, medicine, drugs. She had a box of remedies and herbs and she made homemade vitamins and sometimes things to help us.
Mum liked kind of weird clothes, lots of bright colours, and lots of rings, and she always had these incense things.
She loved the flute and classical music. She played the recorder and she was very very good and she um, you know, oh I’ve forgotten it, but it was a song and mum had actually wrote the notes for their song and got it perfectly.
She was always caring and she was very strong. She was a very strong lady. She would never you know like say “sorry I bumped in to your car” or anything like that, she would say “well I didn’t bump in to your car, your car bumped in to mine.” And she would always fight, cos we had an accident once. This beginner had just signalled for us to go, so we went and then this car went, and she almost knocked us off this bridge. The worst thing was there was this lake, it was a long kind of drop and there’s a little river at the end and when it rains really badly it overflows, and the lady said “Oh I’m sorry you said that I could go” and we all saw that she flashed her lights and we all saw it, but mum won, the judge said so – she was very good at standing her ground. She wouldn’t just say “oh sorry did I mess up your car?” and stuff like that.
She always had time for us and also our mates. My best friend Joshua used to always come to my house and he was just like family. Mum said because he understood us all, he liked his meals and he was very well behaved, you know he would always say “thank you” and “that was delicious”.
She was a very very very good cook. My favourite meal was Shepherd’s pie, and we also liked her cakes. She’s got recipe books, but sometimes the recipe books speak a lot of codswallop, so she writes it down differently and it always turns out great. It’s just the way she does it. She does it in a different combination. She was very good at making all types of cakes, (especially chocolate ones) and cookies. They were really nice whenever she made them, and she never ever seemed to burn anything. Any meal that she made, cakes, biscuits, whatever it was, it was never burnt.
Mum was also a poet. We’ve recently found a diary that’s full with poems that she’s written. We’d never seen them before.
There was all these types of things that she used to do that no-one else in the world could do, like call us these names and always be there if we needed her help. She used to call my dad “piglet”. She called me “pip” or “cuddly bear” cos I was always very cuddly.
Whenever she got the idea of us children leaving she would always get upset. One night I remember coming in to her room and she was crying, and my brother Carl had already gone to Uni. Mum was always sad to see one of us go, you know grow up and move away and that’s what I think was the worst bit of being mum. She knew that Carl would come back, but it’s hard to live without your firstborn child when he’s gone to university. It’s a good thing but also a sad thing. My mum never wanted to see us go and probably like, not see her again.
She loved the monastery especially Calvary, flowers and everything. She just loved it there, and I don’t blame her, it’s a great place especially when you ride down on your bike.
She loved Becky the dog and the dog loved her. When Becky died it was just like mum had lost something really really valuable. She was crying her eyes out.
I could talk to my mum about any subject you like, and she would understand. |
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