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It’s easy to forget.
My mother would say this in her ‘martyr’ voice, on her birthday, when there was nothing from my father.
The flowers he sent on the birthday after their divorce, were sent back to him chopped up in small pieces. He got the message
The years that followed were not easy. While my mother fumed, he apologised repeatedly to my sister and I. Although sad, we were adult enough to accept parents are only human, and deserve happiness too.
At his funeral, I held her whilst she sobbed, ‘I’ve lost him now.’
It’s not easy to forget.
Thank as always to Rochelle our ‘Fairy Blogmother’ for still finding time to sprinkle her fairy dust and to all other F’Fers you are a great group of writers.