Looking back on this week it has been very mixed ,in many ways ,especially emotionally.
We had three evenings out in a row.
Thursday we had an Indian meal cooked by Bill ,at Irene and Bill's, dad's next door neighbours. it was delicious and we really enjoyed their company and getting to know them better! and hearing them talking about dad.
Friday we went to Las Ramblas in Bearsden with Qwynneth and Jenny,our treat ,to thank them for all the evenings they have organised when we have been in Glasgow.
We had time to eat drink wine and have a good long talk about Scottish history, Scottish politics and other interesting things.I would like to see more of them it was good.
Saturday our nephews Matthew and Greg collected us from dad's .drove to their house in Bearsden for a wonderful family night. We had great chat, great Chinese food and
good company.I am left with an overall feeling of warmth when I look back over those three evenings.
On Sunday we planned to visit Glasgow Cathedral in the afternoon . About ten minutes before we were leaving for the train, Gary sent me a text to say he was coming over,to clear the loft. We decided to say on to see him. I am so glad I did.We thought there was nothing in the loft except the Christmas tree,but there was lots of empty boxes,cases,bags,bedding from the Caravan ,which smelled of Inveraray,and a bag of Mum's Christmas decorations.That took us both by surprise,memories of mum came flooding back,her Christmas tablecloth was there and bobbles for the tree,santa hats and scarves.Lots of bling,very mum.
Gary was flooded with memories of dad while he was in the loft,he had done so much work with dad and was often sent up to the attic for tools of all kinds.
We were both moved and glad we had done it together.
There is a room full of cloths knicknacks,dvds photo albums all kinds of bits and pieces which made up mum and dad's lives. The pain comes right back when you experience this kind of thing.
Gary left with a few things of mums from the Christmas bag,but could not face looking through the other stuff or going out to the shed or greenhouse.
I so understand. My breath still gets taken away at the sight of certain things.
John and I decided we would go to a service at the Cathedral that night.It was a long journey there and back on a cold january night.
It was worth it.I loved the Scottishness of it all ,so different from the Anglican in Liverpool.Cosier warmer somehow.The music was wonderful.
Monday Jackie took me to The Pond Hotel where she paid some money towards her wedding,then we went to Ruby's on Crow road to choose her wedding flowers,a happy moment together. then coffee and a good D&M.
Tuesday we went on another grey cold day to Stirling to see the Castle and it was worth it too. I was impressed with the place and the history of Mary of Guise who lived there for many years.I would like to know more about her.
Wednesday we went to see War Horse with Bill and Irene at the Grosvenor cinema, where Sandra and I went almost every Saturday morning for years when we were children, to the ABC minors ,to see things like Flash Gordon and cartoons.
War Horse was good and the tea and cakes after were good too.
Sandra came in when we arrived home and we did a bit more work in the room with dad's things.Sad!
We have the confirmation and now we can sell dad's home ,caravan and car,we thought we would be happy to get the confirmation,but alas we are sad,makes dad's death more real.
I see a difference in all of us,our hearts have been hurt; and the stuffing has been knocked out of us.
Yet like our parents we all keep going, getting on with it.
"Keep right on to the end of the road" Harry Lawder.
As indeed did Charles Dicken's he was writing really well, up to the end.
I am enjoying all the radio plays of his books,on this 200 year anniversary of his death.
God bless you both Mum and Dad,hope you are there, somewhere watching over us all.
We ALL love and miss you.
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