Memories

Nine years.

by Penbleth on Thursday 15 March, 2012

Today is the ninth anniversary of my father’s death. Rather than write another post about it today I am going to paste the same one I wrote for Tumblr just a while ago. I know, what a cheat. If you want to read a bit more about the day itself I wrote about that last [...]

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Pink roses.

by Penbleth on Tuesday 14 February, 2012

Amongst other things Hub bought me a dozen pink roses tonight. As he reached them to me and I bent my head to look more closely and sniff their elusive scent I asked him, “do you remember the first time you bought me pink roses?” It was my 21st birthday. We had come back from [...]

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Read, a long time ago.

by Penbleth on Thursday 2 February, 2012

  I read. One of my worries when my eyesight got bad was that I would never be able to read again. Thank goodness for audio books but it’s not the same. It’s not the same as the heft of the paper in your hands, or even the gadget, yes I DO use an ebook [...]

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Wherein I break my silence with a tale of woe, told from memory.

by Penbleth on Tuesday 20 September, 2011

A long time ago there lived a little girl with her family, her mother, father, uncle and sister. Like many little girls not all that she did she should but not all she did she shouldn’t, for we should have balance in all things. Like many little sisters, sad to say, her little sister often [...]

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Hands.

by Penbleth on Wednesday 17 August, 2011

I stood beside her, watching her iron, looking at her hands. It was the first time I’d really noticed them, noticed the skin on them. I looked at mine and back at hers. Her hands were pale, moving swiftly through a familiar task, mine were darker, bronzed by the summer sun. She wore a fawn [...]

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