Our back garden has some of the flower arrangements from mum’s funeral last week. They’re beginning to look a little tired now. Their slow corruption made me think about how mum no longer exists as a physical entity. It is only in our minds, public records and the artefacts that were hers that prove her existence. So each day as things are taken to charity shops and the flower arrangements removed and her garden changes mum walks a little further away from me. Today’s photo reflects this and is of some of the flowers from the funeral.
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