Short and Sometimes Sweet

Sometimes I write about general things, sometimes I write about more personal stuff. This time I'm going to share something very personal. You can believe it, or not it's ultimately your choice. It's also ultimately my truth and will always remain as such. I've been brought up a Roman Catholic. I've done the whole christening, communion, confirmation etc thing. I think my parents believed it was the right thing to do, even though as it turned out the practitioners of the catholic church had questionable motives. Anyway we did the whole prayer, afterlife, mortal sin thing. As I grew older I questioned their beliefs and started to form my own opinions. Having kids of my own, I always gave them the choice of what they wanted to believe and they made their own choices regarding the big events. Though I think the tradition of getting loads of money was a major factor. Do I believe in an after life? I'm not sure.And as there is only one way of knowing for sure And I

“Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.”  Aren't memories funny things? I mean, you can be there just minding your own business, and suddenly a smell or a sound can trigger something deep inside you and stop you in your tracks. When my mum died I found myself taking her jumpers etc and smelling them. Like that was the only way I could remember her. Or when my kids were small and I couldn't be with them for whatever reason I'd spray their blankies with my perfume so as they would feel closer to me, and perhaps not miss me too much. Whenever I brought them to play in the park I would tell them to take in the smell of the fresh cut grass, or the stinky pond and always remember it. I'll never forget the sound of the swan mum when she was protecting her young by that pond. Wow.  When I was young, we didn't have a lot. Money was tight and my parents did their best. I am the third of four children and as was the norm I had my fair share of hand