As I start writing this, I'm at my parent's house - now actually my father's house. My mother passed away two weeks ago today and her funeral was yesterday. Quarantine rules mean that apart from attending the funeral we're not allowed to leave the property and so as well as bringing a couple of books to read, I brought my camera with me to capture some of the beauty of the garden that she and dad have created in the 20 years that they've lived in their small village in rural Somerset.
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Ann Page, 31.05.1941-16.03.2021 🕆 |
Even though dad is the son of a horticulturalist, it was mum who was the driving force in the garden, suggesting the design and choosing the plants. Her pride and joy was the large rockery bisecting the garden and separating the upper and lower lawns.
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Mum tending her beloved rockery back in happier times in 2017 |
The flowers and shrubs were definitely her domain and it's a real treat in spring, especially the rockery with its primulas, grape hyacinths and pasque flowers. It also forms a great home for ladybirds and spiders at this time of year. Who knew that spiders could be so cute large? (my wife certainly doesn't).
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Grape hyacinths, looking towards the house |
Mum had turned her hand to a number of things over the years, but was predominantly a home-builder, at least while my sister Hilary and I were growing up. She was an excellent cook and seamstress, a great hostess and had a wicked sense of humour, something that she maintained until quite near the end. It was always easy to get a twinkle out of her eye with a clever aside, even when she was struggling with words herself as she did on and off for the last few years. Especially if it was a subtle
sotto voce dig at dad (who doesn't have the best hearing, bless him). Always guaranteed to elicit a sly grin!
One of Mum's greatest strengths was putting other people first, whether that meant being a stay-at-home mum for the most part or driving me all over the southern half of the UK when I was looking for university places. She loved singing, was a reluctant leader when they asked her to head up the WI or Mother's Union and loved it when she could get fresh strawberries and cream on her birthday at the end of May. In the days before the universal availability of such exotic fruits throughout the year this was always a bit touch and go. She was a great role model.
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Pasque Flower |
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Pasque Flowers Contra Jour |
As her health declined over the last years I had the impression that she was always at her best when we were visiting or when she came to us, slumping somewhat afterwards. Dad did a great job looking after her whilst that was still possible for someone in his 70s to do, taking over essentially all the domestic duties in the house over time. When we were back at Christmas 2019 the rest of us had settled in to the living room after dinner and mum was missing. Partly out of concern for what she might be up to and partly wanting to just chat with her for a bit I went looking for her and found her brightly washing up in the kitchen. It was the first time she'd done this for at least two years and we were both excited about how well she was doing and she expressed a wish to be able to come out and visit us at Easter. It was the last time that she was this well. By Easter 2020 travel restrictions were in place and her health had deteriorated again. Those precious minutes we had together in the kitchen are a great memory to hold on to.
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One of the neighbours fashioned this beautiful sheath for mum's coffin |
Communicating with mum has been very difficult over the last year. We were able to visit her through the window of her care home back in September just after she came out of Yeovil hospital after a protracted stay. That was the last time we saw her. Since then visiting rules at the care home have meant that only one designated visitor was allowed. Even if we had flown home and gone through the 10-day enforced quarantine, we wouldn't have been able to visit her.
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Letters to Mum |
Spending the week with dad was the right thing to do despite all the hurdles involved in international travel at the moment. Although I think we'd all done our 'letting go' in the months if not years before as mum's ability to interact with her surroundings had slowly declined, it was important to say goodbye and be together again as family.
We'll miss you mum, and we certainly won't forget you!
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Goodbye Mum, you won't be(e) forgotten! |
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Wood pigeon, ubiquitous to our garden |
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Wysteria Bud |
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Rockery Flowers
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Garden Spider |
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Last Year's Poppy |
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Daffodils |
Oh bless you Mike. This letting go of the person you love, then letting go again, is so tough. You've been much in our prayers, both as good friends, and as we've shared a similar path at a similar time, though without the quaranteen restrictions. For some reason, not all the photos are showing currently on the blog post, but as always your pictures are stunning. Much love, R
ReplyDeleteAnd now the rest of your stunning photos have appeared! God bless R
DeleteYour words have brought me to tears for the first time since she died. A very moving tribute to your mother which I will forever cherish. God bless you Mike.
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful words, Mike, and a fitting tribute I'm sure. Loosing your mum is very hard but all those wonderful memories and things you learnt from her will live on in you. Rachel D X
ReplyDeleteMemories so sweet they make you cry. Memories so dear they will never fade. God bless you all.
ReplyDeleteThanks for forwarding Rod and to Mike for writing such a beautiful tribute. I particularly liked the reference to Ann’s twinkle as it’s one of my lasting memories of our chance encounters in M&S when I was still working in Yeovil. We always enjoyed a laugh and even the occasional coffee! May she indeed rest in peace and rise in glory 🕯🙏🏻🕯
ReplyDeleteLovely words and pictures for a lovely lady. I too will remember the good times.
ReplyDeleteDear Mike, This brought me to tears too. We were able to follow the service too on line which was a great blessing. We look forward, at some time to join you at Ann's memorial when we will also remember Hilary. Our thoughts and prayers are with you all.
ReplyDeleteThe above was from Janet
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