Nearly time for a Milo

The evening is fast becoming night-time and therefore nearly time for a Milo. I have a lovely pic of my Mum-in-law Monnie beside my computer. It was taken at her 90th birthday last year.

The funeral was on Thursday, and it brought many family members together. The weather was fine, but very cold. Many words spoken about Mum's faith and belief in people and her boundless love. I managed to stand and read my small eulogy (with Peter beside me) and felt good about doing it.

Today we visited Dad, then went for a visit to the graveside in the sunshine.
Mixed feelings there, having Mum in a grave - so different from being able to spread/place my parents' ashes in places they loved. Saw a doco tonight about Orkney, and the amazing archaeological dig there. So much to think about. Neil Oliver presented the program, and we were truly transfixed.

Now, for that Milo...

In memory of two mums

The holidays are over, we went to Orange, had a lovely time. But all the time we were away Peter's' Mum was in hospital, slipping quietly from us. When we arrived home and went to see her, she was asleep and had been sleeping peacefully for a couple of days. We visited her again last Wednesday morning, saying our usual soft goodbyes and stroking her hair. In the late evening neither of us wanted to go to bed, instead staying up to watch the Tour de France. The phone call came just after 12.30. When we saw Mum, she looked just the same: peaceful and relaxed in deep sleep.

We are so thankful that she didn't suffer. I think I said in my last post that she was 92. She was 91. She had been married for nearly 69 years. She loved her family - everyone - without limit or prejudice. Long ago, Monnie and my Mum were very close friends. Their friendship remained over the years, occasionally declared afresh by the giving of bears, especially angel bears. A little Eileen angel bear watched over Mum before she died.

Love you Mums.