A melancholy day for me as on 24th of August 1928, my Mother was born. She gave birth to me in 1948, just 20 years later. Emiko and Elliot and I drove to the cemetery in Wakefield today to lay flowers on Mum's 'mini-grave', though her ashes are still in safekeeping with the undertaker since her cremation in 2020. We're hoping to have her ashes placed in the grave soon, though as the Pandemic has delayed those proceedings for far too long. My eldest daughter Julia and grandson Luke were up from London for a couple of days so came to the cemetery with us. We had a brief drink outside the Kings Arms pub on Heath Common before all departing to our various destinations. I'm eternally and deeply saddened at the loss of my mother and I think of her every day. I remember all the things she did to nurture me when I was a child and all the support she gave me in later life. She was a wonderful, loving, and wise person. I still feel her loving presence in my darkest moments...
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One day soon you will wake and rise and you find a smile on your face, you will question this , why are you smiling, you think you shouldn't but you are. You will lose the sense of loss and then gain a smile each time your mother enters your thoughts or you speak of her. All you have to do at this point in time is to believe this metamorphosis will happen.
I know how you feel, Bill. I think of my departed mother daily as well.
You are all in my thoughts, Bill. I had the opportunity to talk briefly with your mum at a Nelsonica, and she was a lovely woman, very sweet, kind and so very proud of her son.
Sorry, Bill. It's been a tough day for me too.
My deepest respects to you and yours.