We said goodbye to Mum yesterday. The sun shone brightly which felt entirely appropriate – the merest glimpse of sunshine was usually enough to have Mum heading for the garden. We were surrounded by people who had loved Mum and people Mum had loved in return, including her second family from The Firs. We swapped stories of Mum before dementia’s grip took control – we celebrated a life well-lived.
The service began at 11 as we joined a national moment of silence for the victims of the horrific, senseless attack in Manchester. It was a timely reminder that, although we were grieving for Mum, she had lived a rich and, until relatively recently, a fulfilling life. Many who attended a pop concert on Monday have been denied that opportunity.
We left the church to Perry Como’s Magic Moments.
“Time can’t erase the memories of those magic moments, filled with love.”
So, Mum, ta-ra a bit. The fight against dementia will go on, in your name and in the names of so many, many others.
I’ll miss you, we’ll miss you.