Christmas 2003 should have been a very sad one.....my mum had been diagnosed with a terminal illness....and we knew it would be her last one.......but in many ways it was the exact opposite.
There were 14 of us for Christmas Day....my brother and his family joined us for the first time in many years......mum had all her grandchildren around her.......and she had a wonderful time......and so did we.
Strangely it was a good thing we knew it would be our last one together as it meant it turned into a celebration.
Christmas truly weaved its magic.
This is my post for Sian's Storytelling Sunday....see the others here.