By Angie Dent
“Have a cup of tea,” she’d say. The British magic bullet. Drown any sorrow with a good cuppa. Mend heartache. Cure sickness. Solve World Wars with a strong brew and a dunky biscuit.
My Mum; tea advocate. Averaging ten cups a day. Favourite cup. Favourite brand. Childhood memories of small cups of sweet milky tea. Bathtubs full brewed over a lifetime to share with family, friends, acquaintances old and new. And me.
And then she died.
We placed Yorkshire tea bags on her coffin instead of flowers. She’d have loved that.
A cuppa didn’t help that day.
I drink coffee now.
This is a lovely piece of writing. Being British I know the restorative value of a cup of tea! You captured the overwhelming grief of losing a parent with just a few words and subtlety. Thanks for sharing.
Beautiful story. Thanks for sharing.
Making grief tangible through something as calming as tea—smart story, aptly crafted.
lovely story…loved the witty ending.
Thank you all for reading and for the lovely comments. Hopefully my mum will be reading too and having a cuppa wherever she is now.
Aw…Ang, that’s ace! I hope you will get that book written now. Kirsty x
Succint. Authors need readers, as your Mum needed tea.
Well written Angie, there’s nowt like a nice cup of Yorkshire tea…. that’s if you like tea, but I don’t.
I’m a coffee girl myself. Xxx
A cosy piece – and then, not. Nicely done.
Just beautiful Angie. Your mum was so loved by the family, very sad she had to leave you far too early.
What a lovely piece of writing, a small window into your life and the wonderful memory of your mum, may drinking tea bring back all the beautiful memories your mum created, don’t just drink coffee have a cuppa occasionally too
so touching!!! i loved it
That’s so lovely Angie. Very touching and I found the way you ended it so poignant ??
Oops my heart emoji turned into 2 question marks! It definitely wasn’t a question
I liked this.
What I liked most was the funny way you captured how weird the british people are with tea.
Write on. You`re good