Last of a generation

A brilliant ceilidh/evening of entertainment last night. Great fun, lots of chat ( over a volume of noise) and lots of dancing. My Fitbit registered an aerobic workout!, it’s a long time since I’ve had one of those.

And the youngsters ( and I mean youngsters) had stamina beyond belief. Lovely to see though their habit of crossing the dance floor diagonally while Scottish Country dancing was going on was a challenge!

The morning was again crisp and clear and the Clyde and countryside shone.

After breakfast and farewells we headed home to deal with the overnight sad news that my blind “aunt” who I’ve looked after for 15 years had passed away.suddenly. I’d seen her on Friday lunchtime and while a bit breathless she had been in good form and gearing up to sign her Christmas cards. A great and helpful neighbour had seen her on a Saturday evening, a bit frail but nothing too troublesome. But overnight she passed away aged 94.

The day was spent finding the relevant documents, phoning and emailing people and working out how to prepare for the week ahead.

She had always wanted to stay at home, resisted (vehemently) the idea of a nursing home, and had no wish to be hospitalised. As she was looking forward to the next few weeks her passing was sudden and a shock. The police and NHS were extremely helpful but with most things closed until a Monday there was a limited amount we could do.

Babs was the last of the older generation on both sides of the family. Born in 1925 she was a special - and determined - lady who retained her mind and memory to the last. She was resilient and had shown every sign of going on for a few more years but it was not to be. She had her wish to be at home with her cat and her passing was quick. Rest in Peace.