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.
Sorry to hear about your loss. My mum is of a similar age and was sent out to work at 13. She's in hospital at present but will hopefully be out soon.
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