I went to visit my mum's grave today and to be honest I'm still not sure why. Before she died I didn't really get why my mother visited graves at Christmas. I'm fairly pragmatic and I couldn't understand why she was so adamant that wreaths had to be left and flowers placed. I didn't know why it mattered.


I think I get it now. My mum isn't here anymore. She doesn't know I left a Christmas tree on her plot. But by visiting I felt like I was including her in my Christmas. She is still part of my festive routine and it was cathartic to bring her into it in some way. She is gone but she lives on in my siblings and I and even more beautifully in our children. Tomorrow when we have dinner I want to see the kids laughing and know how much she would have loved it, loved them. Happy Christmas everyone. Love your people and enjoy them tomorrow.