I am finding it hard to write the words, to actually accept that she has gone. My dear mother-in-law, pictured with her first great grandchild, only a few weeks ago, passed away peacefully on Sunday morning, surrounded by her loving family. Even knowing this day would soon come, it is never easy when the moment arrives to say a final good bye.
Exactly 2 Weeks before Christmas it was my Birthday, as it always is. December 11th to be exact. Sometimes it gets a bit lost among the hype of the silly season, but that seems to matter less with the more Birthdays that I have.
This year I had lovely gifts (none wrapped in Chrissy paper)and a delicious dinner cooked by Mr M, including dessert. I had hugs and cards from my kinder kids and cupcakes to share, and lots of birthday messages from far and wide. And did I mention that I am getting a new sewing machine? (*squeals)
It was the loveliest weekend just gone. One of old fashioned markets, a crafty fundraiser and a back-to celebration for Mr M's family.
Friday evening involved a fundraiser for my work's relay for life team. I organised a crafty make and take table and had a lovely evening chatting and making with lots of lovely ladies and a few of their daughters. So many were (pleasantly) surprised that the old laborious way of making pom poms on cardboard was indeed a thing of the past. On Saturday we visited an old fashioned bazaar at a local town, which has been running for 130 years, and I suspect not too much has changed in this time. The vegetables were freshly picked early that morning, and were crazy cheap. The tea (which was extremely strong and hot) came from a real teapot and the scones were served on paper doiley-lined plates. The craft was of questionable taste, but lovingly made. Sunday was all about 'Back-to -Yarra Junction'. We had lunch at a Pub that's menu heavily featured the parma in all it's international guises (mashed potato and gravy topped schnitzel anyone?) We wandered through the local museum whilst chatting to various long-lost relatives. We had old photos scanned and I enjoyed browsing through albums of old school photos and momentoes. The Ballerina came with us (not because she wanted to) and I was pleased that she got to share in the remembering of some of her Grandparent's History.