Last night, after Ivy and Noah were in bed, we did Christmas craft. I was pushed into it because today is the last day of school and we needed to make something for the teachers.

So, we baked biscuits and brownies and the kids made Rudolph pots to contain them. It was fun. Even David joined in and we spent some time together as a family. Something we haven’t done alot of lately. The kids were really proud of their efforts too and that made me feel happy. I knew there was some Christmas spirit still left in this old girl.

Then there was this.

Two years after I was born, my twin brothers came into the world. Andrew and Kevin.

Kevin died from SIDS when he was 15 weeks old. I remember the ambulance in the driveway and the gold curtains in my parents’ room.  Andrew died from a drug overdose when he was 17. I remember feeling sad for my Mum.

That’s how I feel today. Sad for her. It’s their birthday and they would be turning 33.

On days like this, she cleans.

Love you Mum, hope you have a gentle Birthing Day and that those boys are having a beer together in heaven.