It’s coming up on a year since Mam moved on. It’s a rare day that I don’t think of her in some way. Anytime I get a reading from my talking weighing scales I make a little comment to Mam. Mostly the remark is that I have some work to do. Very occasionally I would tell her that I am doing okay. Mam was somewhat obsessed with weight.
It seems to me that the death of a significant parent is defining. I have two brothers. I am sorry to say that my future contact with both of them will most likely be limited. Some things are hard to sweep under the carpet. However I will maintain some relationship with the two of them.
It’s what Mam would have wanted.
Blind light 
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