Dear Banjo Paterson,

Loving, caring, precious gifts indeed.
Wildflowers - would have made Mothering
Day so special.

Louisa May Alcott wrote:

"I can never wish you a greater happiness than this."

Dear Banjo,

Talking about wildflowers...

I remember my first trip to Tassie where I saw fields
of wildflowers in bloom. A beautiful sight. I loved
the apple isle. Even the cows seemed content.

"To see a World in a
Grain of sand, and
a Heaven in a
Wild Flower.
Hold infinity in
the palm of your hand.
And Eternity
in an hour."

William Blake.

Of all the special joys in life
The big ones and the small
A mother's love
and tenderness
Is the greatest
of them all.

My mum taught me everything
except how to live
without her.

I miss her so much.

.

Dear Foxy,

.

You wrote :

"My mum taught me everything except how to live without her."

.

No, Foxy, as you grow-up, that's about the only thing you have to do yourself.

Mothers don't push their little-ones out of the warm, cosy nest into the unknown. The little-ones eagerly spread their wings themselves, full of hope, curiosity and confidence.

She gives them a sense of security that allows them to interiorise her love and affection for the rest of their lives.

We never leave our mothers and they never leave us. They live on inside us forever.

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Dear Banjo,

I know you're right of course.

However, we were so, so close.

She hasn't been gone long and I
miss the daily contacts.

Thank You for your words of comfort.

Take care.
Stay safe.

Strangely It was dad I missed most when mum went.

I guess I was too busy selling mum up, organising a granny flat & her to my property in Wide Bay when dad died, to miss him all that much at the time. Mum was devastated, & needed a lot of minding & support.

It is now, 9 years later that I am missing her most.