Mothering Sunday this year came at us with many challenges before we even thought about planning our own event. We had the half marathon to contend with, a 4.30pm kick off time across Stanley Park and then, as we awoke that morning, the weather decided to turn on what had been a beautiful day just 24 hours before.
We headed down to Anfield Crematorium with a cautious hope that people would come, as they do faithfully every year, to remember their mums, their children, their nans. What could have been a complete wash out, literally thanks to the weather, turned out to be the most beautiful afternoon.
Hundreds of people came and went, placing their flowers, taking a moment to remember and give thanks. Families came to the chapel where they shared the names of loved ones to be read aloud during the service of remembrance. The memory trees were overflowing with messages of love and hope, there was a real sense of comfort being found amongst strangers all there with a similar understanding of loss and grief.
The simple act of making a cup of tea, offering a bunch of daffodils to take home and a safe space to sit and reflect on a day that brings a lot of emotions to the surface is an incredibly special thing to be part of and something we are privileged to offer every year.
