Mum died three years today and I am feeling a little melancholic. I think of her often, as she was the world to me. When I was around 22, I remember being in the car with her (her little Volkswagen Beetle that she swore would do max 78 mph with a tail wind) and telling her to promise she wouldn't die before me. Mum simply said, in a slightly exasperated tone "Oh Joanne".
We were very close, I always thought no other mother and daughter were as close as we were. We had our disagreements and arguments, of course and plenty of them, but I did hero worship her, something I only realized once Alzheimer's had its evil claws in her.
This song by Paul Simon completely sums up how I felt, and feel, about my mother.
She was always there for me.
We were very close, I always thought no other mother and daughter were as close as we were. We had our disagreements and arguments, of course and plenty of them, but I did hero worship her, something I only realized once Alzheimer's had its evil claws in her.
This song by Paul Simon completely sums up how I felt, and feel, about my mother.