Its Mum's Birthday!
She would have been 84 today. She died suddenly (Cardiomyopathy) in 1993 at only 66. Her photo and candle will be up there today. She actually died on Don's birthday July 4th but we didn't find out for two days. She was minding my eldest sister's house while they were away - and called me on that evening - but as it was past 10pm when I got home I decided to ring her early in the morning - when there was no answer I was worried but also knew she had an early appointment and most likely had already left. But when phone calls continued to be unanswered by her, my younger sister and I became frantic - so we called the police. She was way up in Brisbane so they could get there quicker than us. The next thing a paddy wagon came down the driveway and I knew she was dead before they told me. I had always thought I would be with her when she died as she lived near me. I knew she was on borrowed time as her condition was end stage - but for years it haunted me that she lay there all that time. But I know she is okay because I have had vivid dreams of her dancing in circles in a bright emerald green dress which flares out as she twirls around - young and beautiful. Mum loved music and to dance. For a time the scent of her soap (Sunlight soap would waft around my head and I never used that soap). I have had a similar dream about Don in which he is young and healthy and lying on a rock near a waterfall we went to once - and he is glowing as she was glowing - the colours again are bright. He has tapped me on the head more than once when I was really sad...and when i almost went to sleep driving I heard his voice loud in my head. "Wake up!" and i did and realised I was in a dangerous state on the road. So I know no one really dies - not forever. And so a bright big happy birthday to my lovely mother who was always kind and tolerant of a child like i who may have tested her patience - a mother who laughed a lot - who possessed a class and gentility that no training nor money can buy - to a mother who let me become the person I had inside me and never, not once was critical of my dreams and achievements - Mum's take on a visit was "It was such a lovely visit, we had some really good talks." I wish I could have done more for her, and understood more, but I was young - as she was young when her last parent died and she no doubt would have had the same thoughts and like me apart from mentioning them did not dwell on them. I was so lucky in life's stakes to have had parents and a husband and children who are all much the same and possessing the same qualities. I think the words I am looking for are "They have understanding hearts." And if you have an understanding heart you will know what it means.
Mum on her last birthday in our old home.
Mum with( right to left) Melissa at about 15 and Alison about 12