Tuesday, 4 May 2010
Seven years ago today, quite unexpectedly and without warning, my mother died. She was 85, and as vivid and lively, especially in her voice and views, as she had ever been.
She enjoyed being able to say, when ticked off by her disapproving doctor or daughter (me) for continuing to smoke, "Well, I won't die young because of it!" And neither she did.
I hope she knew how quickly the end came; she had a horror of a lingering, enfeebled old age, fearing the spectre of dementia or inability to care for herself. Amidst our grief and shock, there was also relief for her that she departed as she would so ardently have wished - quickly, easily, and without fuss.
She left a wealth of memories, expressions and opinions which continue to live on in our little family. She loved and was loved, and won't be forgotten.
Dear Teddy, you left a big gap, and oh, you are missed.
Posted by rachel at 16:28