Today is the 6th anniversary of my mother's death. She was only 79 when she died and she had been in care for over 15 years. She was diagnosed a day and a month after her 64th birthday, although we are confident she had it for several years before diagnosis. She fought very long and very hard. At her funeral, the poem "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" by Dylan Thomas was read, as I felt it was very appropriate.
About a year after she died, we moved and I found letters she had written me in the 70s and 80s. It was bittersweet but the lovely part is that when I reread them, I can hear her voice clearly.
My mother was beautiful, intelligent and reserved with most, although she was a very civil person. She simply wasn't a super sociable woman. For me, she was a rock. I always felt loved and cherished, although I'm afraid I disappointed her many times. The song "Loves Me Like A Rock" by Paul Simon reflects how I feel.
I was very, very lucky to have her as my mother.
About a year after she died, we moved and I found letters she had written me in the 70s and 80s. It was bittersweet but the lovely part is that when I reread them, I can hear her voice clearly.
My mother was beautiful, intelligent and reserved with most, although she was a very civil person. She simply wasn't a super sociable woman. For me, she was a rock. I always felt loved and cherished, although I'm afraid I disappointed her many times. The song "Loves Me Like A Rock" by Paul Simon reflects how I feel.
I was very, very lucky to have her as my mother.