Mummy died. We all got together to mark the finality of it all. There was never a better woman.
We, my sister and brothers with partners met the day before the cremation to decorate the coffin with hundreds of photos that spanned my mother’s life. This was a good event as we discussed each photo, ooh’ed at photos we had forgotten, marveled at her beauty as a young woman. With wars, uprisings, 4 children and so much more; she had an amazing life. It brought us very close together. Thank you Rosy for coming up with the idea.
We sat in the cremation parlour and sang and listened to songs that Mummy liked.
We all cried.
Bye bye Mummy. I am so unhappy.