Little things...

Two decades ago, Em (my daughter) and I each bought a heart dish. I sat looking at mine this morning, and it holds some little things.

A rock, a lovely lad gifted me on a weekend away to Ravenglass in Cumbria. Owen paints rocks and leaves them in different places for people to find. As we leaned on the railings by the turntable, watching the engine driver and his fireman turn the steam engine around, we nattered. He reached into his pocket and gifted me his rainbow of love.

The dragonfly came with a silver disc that says, ‘She believed she could, so she did.’ A gift on my side plate at a birthday dinner, gifted by a special friend. It was on our car keyring, and then it went missing. Tim found it for me.

The silver disc is a ‘pocket hug’ from a lovely lady who works for a funeral director. At a recent birthday party, she and I held out our hands, jiggled our way through the tables and spun each other round on the dance floor to ‘Cotton Eye Joe’ by Rednex, both beaming and singing our hearts out.

During the ceremonies I create, I write some words of comfort and hope to share after we have said our loving farewells at the committal. Lately, I have taken to wishing everyone little things, written in the first person from their loved one who has just passed away. Woven into the words are threads from memories of times shared and treasured.

Our loved ones who have passed live in our hearts. ❤️