My mum.
Who died on New Years eve from a short but intense illness with cancer.
Just 7 weeks after diagnosis (we thought we had 4-5 months).
Much more sudden than we, or the medical profession thought.
She died peacefully in her sleep - a relief from the pain and suffering caused by a rare and aggressive cancer.
I shall miss our phone calls, our walks on the beach and paddles in the sea - in all weathers, either bare footed or in wellies.
I’ve planted tulips (in tears) that I knew you would never see. This year I did grow chrysanthemums that you loved, you did see me get the gardening bug, you saw your grandchild grow to be a teenager.
I’ve lost one of my dedicated blog readers too.
When I wrote these pages I often had you in mind.
I’m writing this in advance, before I travel down to the West Midlands to make all the necessary arrangements that are required.
I’ve recorded lots of Elvis, Buddy Holly and more rock 'n' roll to give you a good send off.