Yes, it was probably up there with one of the proudest moments in my life. I put off the ceremony for six months as still not over the surgery. How proud I was to pay for the entire family and a friend to stay in the holiday inn in Brighton with lunch and dinner. It everyone came but my sister, mum, middle son and friend did. Pete did come but not to the celebratory dinner out of respect for my son who hated him. My eldest granddaughter stayed the next day with me for Sunday lunch her first time In a hotel. I felt her excitement. My sister still has the grad photo in pride of place. My mum cried when I was all gowned up. The only person in the entire family, going back a few generations to ever do it. And it took me 24 years lol. My mum is Austrian coming from the mountains from a family of coopers. My fathers family which he lost virtually all of them in the war were farmers. He is Latvian and his father was a war hero being the leader of the local resistance, there is a monument to him in Riga. He was shot by Russian firing squad which myfather witnessed. my dad was next but he was only 15 and they told him to slowly walk away, which he did. His mother died in a concentration camp. That was just the start of an awful Iife of loss for him. He never let go of my mother when she left and when he passed in 2006 we found her wedding dress in his wardrobe.
Well. Enough of all that reminiscing. I have to do my washing and get ready to go to Hereford. Haven’t started yet. I spent most of last night and today reading Betties thread and still haven’t finished it. Interesting reading.
