My Mum

Dear Rose,

You may or may not know that Mother’s Day has sometimes been a difficult day for me.

It reminds me (as if I need reminding) that my Mum is no longer here and that you and the OverAchiever never got to meet her. I don’t think the pain of that will ever go away but before I get too maudlin (just had to look up how to spell that 🙂 ) I think the best way to honour her is to have the best relationship with you guys that I possibly can. In this, I like to think, I am succeeding 🙂

Am getting a bit teary now – could possibly be because the warty thing (which the doctor assured me was not a wart) that I had dry iced off today is kind of throbbing – but have just been looking up old photos to share with you. It will not surprise you to know that I had to go to my IT savvy bro and sister-in-law’s FB pages to do this. Here’s some photos of Mum and the family:

Can you believe how happy Grandad looks? He hasn’t always been such a grumpy old so-and-so…it’s just he lost the love of his life…and never recovered 😦

I know you would have loved Mum and she would have adored you. She was funny (like me;) ) and she loved like no one I’ve ever known. She was interested in every detail of my life and we shared a passion for food. Man, she loved a good old-fashioned pig-out. A few years before she died (I was about 22) we went on a Swagman tour to Tasmania together. It was incredibly daggy – I was by far and away the youngest person on that tour, most people were retired ie. old! But Mum already had cancer by then and it was something we both wanted to do together. On the way over on the boat, there was a seafood smorgasboard – we both pigged out – but poor Mum spent the rest of trip heaving into paper bags!

Speaking of food, as the main cook for the family for many years, she was thrilled to have someone else doing the cooking and revelled in shepherd’s pie, chicken kiev and other culinary highlights.

Well, I guess I should mention my own Mother’s Day, eh? That was the impetus for this post. Darling husband made me a smoked salmon and goats cheese omelette while I inspected my gifts. The OverAchiever had melted down my Lindt chocolate into a love heart with just the right amount of charcoal crunch. She presented it with a few other goodies in a fab bag she’d decorated like so:

And you made me an awesome video!

Then I took you to play footy and was absolutely thrilled to watch you kick your first goal! Yay, you!

Will sign off now…

Love Mum xoxoxo

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About Heather Gallagher

Heather lives in Ocean Grove with her beautiful family and a dog called Pip. She has a passion for quirky stories. Her first book, Ferret on the Loose, was published in 2013 and was recently listed on the Victorian Premier’s Reading Challenge. The book was inspired by a girl and her ferret, who Heather interviewed while working as a freelance journalist for The Sunday Age. Her column, Yak Attack, ran in the Kids View section for more than a year and allowed Heather to profile people she thought would be of interest to kids. In 2014, she released her first picture book Happy Pants – Why is mummy so sad? This is NOT a story about ferret racing. Rather, it is a heartfelt story about a boy grappling with his Mum’s post-natal depression. Heather’s stories for children have appeared in black dog books Short & Scary anthology and Explore and Challenge magazines. Heather has experience in public speaking – both for children and adults. While, promoting Happy Pants she spoke to groups of counsellors, nurses, parents and at library events. She has presented writing workshops to primary-aged children. Last year, she was a presenter at the Sacred Edge festival and the Christian Writers’ Conference.
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