Yesterday, I was in a bargain store, and saw packs of Jamiesons' Raspberry Ruffles on sale. "Ooh," I thoguht, "Mum would like those..." Then I remembered.
On Sunday morning, I had, as usual, put my phone to silent, and found the thought, 'just in case Mum phones during the service,' pass through my mind. Then I recalled, and smiled a wry smile.
My conscious mind knows that she's dead; my conscious mind also knows that my subconscious mind has to play 'catch-up'.
I guess it's early days (not quite two months yet) so this is inevitable.
The thoughts don't make me sad, more they make me smile as I recall memories, but the change of tense is still taking a while to be fully absorbed.
So, the memory of her phone calls...
"Hello, Catriona Gorton speaking."
"Hello Catriona Gorton, this is your mother speaking."
Always made me smile, and the memory still does.