Blue Skies Over…

I was thinking of the ‘Stop all the Clocks’ poem by W H Auden when I snapped this.

A bit strange, today. Talking to friends has helped, by phone, but it was family I really wanted to speak to above all, and I had a long conversation with two of my sisters, TML and K, this evening, with others in the background. Apparently our mother was surrounded by seven or eight children and grandchildren when she died last night. That’s a good crowd.

I’ve just realised this is the same hospital where she volunteered for the RVS for a while, on the tea trolley. I think she disagreed with their biscuit policy: were they too plain or too fancy? I think she’d have favoured at least some of the patients having the choice of fancy, even though she was diabetic. She had many strong opinions.

I’ve been to town, cooked meals, even watched a film on YouTube, but everything is a bit blurred. My sister K and her adult children went for a walk in Barcaldine forest to the reservoir, and the suns rays shone down through a cloud on to the distant loch below. They said they could imagine our mother’s spirit stepping through that clouds on to the next phase.