I went to the cemetery on Monday as it was the 1st anniversary of my mothers death. It brought back a lot of memories, not always good, of past events. If you have known someone almost every day since you were born and then they vanish its bound to have an effect. I keep thinking of her being alive when the Luftwaffe were flying over England, of hearing the speeches of Winston Churchill on the radio as a child and also of my childhood memories of Christmases past. Memories make a person and one day they are gone, sometimes they vanish slowly as they age as they did with my mother until they are almost back to being a child again needing help for everything from going to the toilet to being fed. Gone forever. I keep thinking of things I should have asked her about our family history and her past but now its too late. Even now I think of things to tell her when I get home and then remember there is no one there anymore. Perhaps it would be easier if I had of been normal and had a family of my own but now thats too late. She never did get any grandchildren despite having 3 children. Evolution wins.