Hello everyone.
Badvoc... I don't know what to say about your aunt
I really feel for your cousin, and for you who has done so much for her. What an awful situation for you all :(
mummylin How awful. So glad to hear the boys are doing ok and that the woman is being questioned but honestly, who could do such a thing? It's appalling :(
lollipop Where does the time go? I'm sure those 6 months feels like the blink of an eye.
shallweshop Sorry to hear you have had so many losses. The prospect of sorting through all those personal belongings must be awful, and I do hope you can ask for some support with it.
My brother and I sorted through our parents' house before Christmas and managed to get it done quite quickly, but it was so hard. Next week, we are going to France for three days to begin sorting through our parents' holiday home, and getting it ready to sell :(
Like many of you, I am finding the Mother's Day advertising and shop displays very upsetting. I found myself standing in front of a card display the other day starting at them all for ages and wondering which one I would choose if I had a mum to send one to. I also told a random shop assistant that this will be my first MD without my mum. Said shop assistant was only young and looked slightly startled, bless her. Sometimes I do just have this urge to tell strangers about my parents. I feel everyone should know how magnificent and wonderful they were, and how much they are missed.
We are interring mum's ashes at the end of this month. I feel impatient for it now- Dad's ashes are in the same spot, and I want them to be 'together' again. I'm thinking of reading a poem. Hope you won't mind me posting it here:
Turns
I know it's impossible, but several times
I've heard her calling a greeting
just as she used to, pitching it up
with her own distinctive spin of enquiry
from the first turn of the stairs, as she arrived home.
Once or twice I've been to check; mostly I haven't.
I know she's dead and I don't believe in ghosts,
nor that the house has been saving up
old echoes as rationed treats and rewards.
It's my brain, that's all, turned whimsically ventriloquist.
I'm still taken in by its craftiness, its know-how.
With its psychotechnological sleight-of-sound, it does
what I can't do: summon up
her loved voice, perfect in pitch, timbre and inflection.
A variety turn – that never fails to give me a turn.
Christopher Reid
I know some of the sentiments don't chime with the spiritual beliefs of everyone who posts here, but I hope it doesn't offend. It certainly captures a lot of what I feel.