Smiling Through the Tears.

I found something the other day. I was at Wise Woman's house doing some of the dreaded sorting one has to do after losing someone near and dear, when I needed a notepad to jot down some info. Found one in her telephone drawer. Opened it, turned over the few little pages she had used.

Now, my Mum was a bit of a wowser when it comes to drinking. Not a teetotaller, no. But definitely a little prim and proper on the topic of alcohol consumption.

So we never really discussed the drinking habits of a Madmother. I thought I hid it well - you know, the wine for the whine, good job grog...

Obviously not.

This was what greeted me on page three:

Didn't know whether to laugh or cry. So I laughed. Because that is what she would want me to do.

I miss you, you Wise Woman from whom know secrets were hidden or desires masked...