My Mother

My mother in 1944.  She died on Bonfire night which is somehow ironic because she disliked fireworks as they reminded her of the war.  Ro and I sat by her bedside that night waiting for the doctor, listening to the fireworks going off all round.  A sad time.  It's 12 years ago but I will always miss her.

The backdrop was taken on the way home. the sun's light was determined to get past the clouds!