Glittery Roses Pyjamas

Tying up 'loose ends' is difficult, cutting short someone's 'life' informing everyone she knew, from the dentist, to the gardener, her best friends from 50 years ago and more recently to the family friends in Carlisle. Each phone call has to be made and the story repeated a thousand times, acceptance of generous condolences and avoiding of the awkward silence of 'what do you say to a person who's just lost their mother or grandmother on christmas day?' seriously, what do you say? there is nothing that can be said to fill that void.

It is only 'proper' that these phone calls are made by mum or her brother, chris, but she can only manage 2 or three a day or things just get too much, I wish i could help more.

Organising the funeral is also difficult and upsetting, but we have commissioned the BIGGEST arrangement of roses with the white ones having been dipped in glitter, which is so like her I cant tell you, she will/would love it:

Mum asked me to read a poem at the ceremony. It focuses on celebrating life rather than lamenting the death which is what we feel, and hope, is exactly what she would have wanted.