I always go through our Christmas cards in the new year and keep any that inspire me in a crafty way. All the others get recycled. This year I only wanted to keep one - from my Mum. And not because it inspired me for crafty purposes. Because it crossed my mind that it might be the last one I ever get from her. Why, she isn't sick...?
I'm wondering if everyone has these thoughts, or is it only when you lose someone suddenly that you worry and imagine losing everyone else? My Dad died in an accident when I was 9. Is that why I think this way sometimes, why it crossed my mind when I read her card? What if? I'm keen to hear your thoughts.