My Mum passed away December 8th. As much as it hurt, it meant peace for her after a long battle with Parkinson. She went to sleep beside my father, the only man she ever loved and slipped away. They had celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary the previous June.
I am comforted by my firm belief that she arrived in Heaven to be greeted by my delighted son Frank & her parents & many more loved ones. Now she knows only happiness.
Yesterday would have been her 83rd birthday. I spent the day trying my hardest not to think about.
But here it is waiting for me today.
Happy Birthday Mum! I miss you.
