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squirmeliaHer name was "Lydia Young" and her maiden name was "Cheeseman".
The last postcard I sent to her was of Paris. I memorised her postcode after I sent that one. "0HA". In her house a pile of postcards was found that I'd sent over the years, probably mainly lacking the correct postcode.
She used to make the Christmas cake, and sometimes I'd help to stir it, since it was so thick and hard to stir. I'll never taste the Christmas cake again, and I know I just wouldn't be able to handle the sight of those little decorations she used to put on the top.
When my brother was born, I was at her house, waiting. Her living room was like a gallery of photos of us both. She won't be able to shake the snowglobe with the photo of us in again.
She lived just through the churchyard, and I was never scared to walk through it, even in the dark, it was just the quickest route to her house.
She knew the names of many flowers, and would point to pretty ones and would say things such as, "what do you think of my antirrhinums?" and only sometimes would I know which plant she meant.
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All this crying is making me feel weak, it's draining.
The last postcard I sent to her was of Paris. I memorised her postcode after I sent that one. "0HA". In her house a pile of postcards was found that I'd sent over the years, probably mainly lacking the correct postcode.
She used to make the Christmas cake, and sometimes I'd help to stir it, since it was so thick and hard to stir. I'll never taste the Christmas cake again, and I know I just wouldn't be able to handle the sight of those little decorations she used to put on the top.
When my brother was born, I was at her house, waiting. Her living room was like a gallery of photos of us both. She won't be able to shake the snowglobe with the photo of us in again.
She lived just through the churchyard, and I was never scared to walk through it, even in the dark, it was just the quickest route to her house.
She knew the names of many flowers, and would point to pretty ones and would say things such as, "what do you think of my antirrhinums?" and only sometimes would I know which plant she meant.
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All this crying is making me feel weak, it's draining.
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Date: 2003-08-21 03:23 am (UTC)