My Mum

Three years ago today my lovely Mum was 'Promoted to Glory' and although I was privileged to be with her when she died there is not a day goes by that I don't miss her dreadfully.

Writing about someone you love and you've lost is incredibly difficult and I'm not even going to try. Instead I want to share a poem with you that over the past three years I have found to be of immense comfort.

Death is Nothing at All

Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918)


Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room,
I am and you are you,
Whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way, which you always used,
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow,
Laugh as we always laughed,
At the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect,
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant,
It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity,
Why should I be out of mind,
Because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval,
Somewhere very near,
Just around the corner, all is well.

To my Mum thank you. Thank you for your love, your laughter,
your sense of fun, your drive, your determination but most of all thank you for
being my Mum.

I will alway love you. God bless xx