The main reason for our trip this year is now just a memory: my mum’s 90th birthday celebration in York. The event, which my sister and I organised, was over 12 months in the making and, from all acounts, a great success. And a wonderful memory.
Every one of my mum’s 5 grandchildren, together with their spouses and kids, made it to York, coming from France, Northern Ireland and various corners of England. Our cousin came from Wales, great-cousins from Scotland and last but not least, my sister and brother-in-law came from Abu Dhabi. While mum lives in Canterbury in Kent, York was chosen as it holds a special place in her heart, proud of her Yorkshire roots.
Although my mum agrees that she is seriously old now, I doubt it will change her habits much. Can you believe that she still cycles everywhere, gives 2 to 3 hour guided tours of Canterbury cathedral, stands in the street collecting for various charity causes just to name a few regular activities. And always up for a laugh:
I have come to realise over the years that the most precious gifts one can give in life are time and memories. Material things hold less and less value but time, and moments with loved ones, are so precious. I am very happy we have spent these last few months in Europe, being able to say “see you next week” or even see you next month rather than see you next year.
Getting together for mum’s 90th birthday was so much fun and precious. Thank you for the memories, thank you for the fun times, thank you for you M’my.
To my sister, as we say in good English, we done good!
Time to make our slow way back to Australia now…– Anne