End of an era

The 465th edition of the Wayward Lad blog.

Last week wasn't the best of weeks for me. Not only was I laid-low with a severe bout of the "flu" but, on Saturday 31st March at about 1:45pm, my dear old mum died at the age of 89.

Marjorie had not had an easy life. Born in 1922, she grew-up in the aftermath of the Great War in a world whose economy was ravaged by the Great Depression. Pleasures, such as they were, could only be simple ones for the youngest girl in a family of 6 children who was sent out to work in a laundry at 14 and, in going out to work, she was the only member of the household bringing a wage in.  My mother's life started hard and never seemed to get any easier;  but she always provided a dependable, solid, proud and determined outlook on life. She was always friendly and accepting of all-comers.

I'll miss my mum as she was always there providing a comfort, a refuge, a cup of tea and a chair to sit and be silent in.

She was very tired at the end, and I hope she woke yesterday morning to be greeted by a beautiful Spring day with birds singing, a light breeze rustling the new leaves and that the smile I knew and loved came out and lit the twinkle in her eye.

Thanks for reading this blog to all new visitors.
Wayward Lad.