Alone
As I sit here and type I have tears rolling down my face because all of a sudden I have realised that my mum was alone and on her own when she died last year and what fear and pain she must have felt.
I woke on Christmas Eve to the sound of the telephone ringing and when I answered it was mum. She wasn’t upset, just very matter of fact and said that her arthritis was playing up and she was finding it hard to get moving and get her medication and could I come and help her. So I set off in the snow to Mums, which was about a 10 mile drive, but a world away in snow terms. Maddad was at home with the boys and taking Mini to the GP’s as he had a pretty bad chest infection and needed seeing.