I'm just going to ignore the fact that it's 00:30 in the am of Tuesday 22nd January, yes thats Tuesday, not Monday. Monday 21st January when a visitor was due, and has not shown their face.
My mind is in a heap and I've no doubt that sleep will also be a stranger tonight.
As if I wasn't melancholy enough this evening, I received the most remarkable email from my sister in the United States. She sent me a photograph scanned in from an old copy of an Irish local paper from 2 years ago. The picture is of a group of national school girls from a rural County Cork primary school in 1946.
Sitting on the far right of the front row - my mother.
I had never even thought of her as a child, let alone see a picture of her as one, there she is, the biggest smile of them all, just an 11 year old girl.
By the time I reached that age, she was gone.
A message, a sign, or a simple coincidence perhaps, but I've never wanted to believe as much as I do right now.
Good night, sleep well.
Good luck, that was really sweet!
WOOOOOOT!!!! I just emailed you ti find out what had happened!
Please! Update sooner!
That was pretty special. Thanks for sharing.
...there she is, the biggest smile of them all...
Very nice. You two sleep well also. Peace.
Fingers are crossed for ya man!
What a great picture. What a great post.
I'm checking your site like a stalker today! any news?!
Thanks everyone, yet again, but, yet again, it's a washout.
Hi Mama Snyder, thanks for commenting ,first time I believe. Welcome.
I'm so sorry...
There is nothing more to say
That is a special picture and Thanks for sharing it... Hope you got some sleep...
Thank you for sharing that with us. And I'm sorry the news wasn't what you hoped. Hang in there.
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