I left my Ma in tears again. We waved from the train in Totnes as the carriage moved off. We all had the sad sparkly eyes for a quiet time as the train sped along the seaway. Too many goodbyes for me this week.
The carriage was empty except for two student nurses on their way to a placement. They chattered on about their plans for the summer and I wished I was them, staying.
I have been so lucky to stay in touch with the people I love. Last night I pulled a shoebox of photos out from under my Mum’s bed. Lots of bittersweet memories which I then carefully put back later in the evening.
My oldest brother Charlie once told me
family should be like old photos and kept in a shoebox under the bed never to be seen lest it stir up too much pain and angst. I often think he is wrong and yet slightly right.