It's always a funny day for me - on the one hand I have my own Dot now, and it's a very special time with her; on the other hand I don't have my mam anymore, which is very painful. Usually it's more a constant dull ache than a sharp pain - it will be 30 years this August since she died - but Mother's Day is one of those times when it hurts like it happened yesterday.
I have seen lots of blog posts about yesterday, but I couldn't bring myself to read them all. I suppose Mother's Day brings out the selfish me in a way - I don't want to read about other people being happy with their mums when my mam isn't here with me.
Here she is, before she was married, before she was a mam. She is beautiful. She was the kindest, happiest soul you could ever meet.
And here she is in 1981, in Australia, visiting family
My mam x