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Strange Times...
I'm quite a rational person. I'm not superstitious, nor do I have any religious beliefs. I don't believe in fate or predestination. At the same time, I have spiritual beliefs... and I think there's much more going on 'behind the scenes' than we can ever really know about. Maybe that means my position is contradictory. But so be it. (Image: my own)
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Lines Written On My Mother's 90th Birthday
My mother, had she lived, would have been 90 today. I took the day off work in order to make a pilgrimage and commemorate the occasion. These are rough words, unedited, just as they came to me whilst walking. Not a poem. Not a story. Just words. (my photo)
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Gift: A Son's Story (Birthday)
Today would have been my mother's 90th birthday. Her final birthday was her 88th. Given how ill she'd been two months earlier, it was remarkable that she had made it that far. But it was a good day. We spent it in time-honoured fashion - talking about old times...
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Gift: A Son's Story (Blood)
After mum's funeral, I continued with the clearance of her bungalow alone as my brother and his wife had gone on holiday. Lottie, one of mum's favourite personal carers, had wanted to come to mum's funeral - but then hadn't. I was a little puzzled because she was so close to mum, but thought maybe - in the end - it would have been too much for her as she'd lost her own mother only a year earlier. Later, though, the truth surfaces... and throws a whole new light on my relationship with my brother, his wife and his step-daughter.
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Gift: A Son's Story (The Night Before)
After mum passed away, my brother and I had a small disagreement. Mum had always said "I'll leave this bungalow only when they carry me out in a wooden box!" I thought, then, that it was only right that she should spend her final night before the funeral there. He disagreed, and said it was better that she should stay in the Chapel of Rest, which was just along the road. He said "She's gone now. It's no longer her home." He thought it was morbid. Finally, though, he relented - after I'd persuaded him that it was a tradition in so many cultures. Also, I said, people could call and pay their last respects if they so wished. So, the night before, the coffin was brought into her lounge, and I returned to be there with it. With her. (Image: mine)
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