She’s in the middle. On the left is my Aunt Gwenda ( departed) and on the right is Gwenda’s daughter Deborah. Cool dudes the three of them.
I buried my mum today and it was beautiful. A country funeral with buttercups and daisies and yellow roses and white lilies.
I am truly my mother’s daughter.
She gave me laughter and fun and buck-up and catch-yourself-on attitude.
When she was dying I told her she was the best mum I could have wished for in a thousand lifetimes. I urged her to float down the River Bann.
I always told her that death is not the end, it is a doorway.
I stood in Tesco waiting for my beloved at the door and watched a fella walk through the doorway in sunshine and I saw his aura and then my mum came into my chest. A ball of energy so intense, other-worldly and light. The next morning before her funeral I dreamed the most amazing dream and woke calm and connected. She was travelling past Jupiter and beyond.
My mum was my life. Everything has changed.