Last summer I read Veronique’s post, Just A Small Town Girl, and smiled as I always do at her lovely doodles. But there was one that thing caught my eye and brought a lump to my throat. It featured a hand drawn stamp and the words, Post Air Mail. Then it hit me. I hadn’t read any mail from anyone (not including the odd birthday or Christmas card) not since my mum passed back in 1999.
This realisation sent a shiver down my spine not just because that was over 20 years ago, but because it was the last handwritten letter I ever got … from a dead woman; my mother.