A year since my dear Mum died. I managed to get through the funeral only two months after my dear husband Ray died and then somehow got through the Christmas season so soon afterwards. No wonder the first three months of 2013 is a blank in my mind, that is when the grief from the two events finally hit me and down I went like a nine pin.
Now I just remember Mum with love, remembering back past the 11 years she was in her Dementia Lodge and nursing home to the better years when she and Dad lived somewhat independent lives. My Dad died in January 2000 of prostate cancer and that it when I looked after Mum for two years before she finally went into care. Unfortunately looking after her with Alzheimers and Ray with major stroke defects was too hard for one gal to do.
Although she had not been to church for many years I remember her years of association with a small local Pentecostal church, sadly closed by the time of her funeral, and her enthusiastic joining in with the many hymns and choruses. She at one stage did the Ladies Bible Study and played the organ for the smaller meetings so she was fully involved.
So I thought I would post this clip in her honour.