The River isn’t a happy song, and it’s almost a ‘Christmas’ song … but it’s melancholy feel just made me well up a little. I miss my parents and it startles me sometimes when the grief hits again like that – at the least expected times. The moment passed and the day went on.
It’s been a good day to ponder memories. I’m having a couple of quiet weekends recovering from my venesection treatment last week (a busy week followed, so I’m still quite tired). So I sat down and had a look through my photo album and just remembered mum and dad at their best.
On that note though, does anyone else think, how much lovelier ‘old’ black and white photos are? There’s something about them that has style… or perhaps it was just the fact that people dressed up more.