It’s just over 2 weeks since Mum passed away. It seems like longer! I’ve been busy letting everyone know, organising the funeral and sorting through paperwork. I’ve also been looking after my 16 month old granddaughter so I’ve not had much time to dwell on what’s happened. The funeral is on Wednesday and I’ll be relieved when that’s over with. My brother and I have written about Mum and it has been quite comforting. We are going to mention the dementia as it has obviously been a big part of the last few years but it has been good remembering life before dementia and the lovely Mum we were blessed to have. I am going to do a reading called Two mothers remembered which I’ve found very touching and entirely appropriate. I had two Mothers – two Mothers I claim Two different people, yet with the same name. Two separate women, diverse by design, But I loved them both because they were mine. The first was the Mother who carried me here, Gave birth and nurtured and launched my career. She was the one whose features I bear, Complete with the facial expressions I wear. She gave me her love, which follows me yet, Along with the examples in life that she set. As I got older, she somehow younger grew, And we’d laugh as just Mothers and daughters should do. But then came the time that her mind clouded so, And I sensed that the Mother I knew would soon go. So quickly she changed and turned into the other, A stranger who dressed in the clothes of my Mother. Oh, she looked the same, at least at arm’s length, But now she was the child and I was her strength. We’d come full circle, we women three, My Mother the first, the second and me. And if my own children should come to a day, When a new Mother comes and the old goes away, I’d ask of them nothing that I didn’t do. Love both of your Mothers as both have loved you.