There was quite a violent thunderstorm during the early hours of this morning. It felt a little sad, as my mum always used to ring me up in the middle of one to ask, “Are you ok?”. I am terrified of thunderstorms – always have been.
Very recently, I found out that I was born during a violent thunderstorm and a sheep in the field behind was struck and died.
Even as an adult I have hidden under tables (it won’t get you there :-D ), under the bedcovers and even spent the night quivering in a stairwell once.
Good old Mum, she always chose the safest time to ring. Ha!
It’s funny what horrible things your mind remembers. This exact hour last year, I found mum in bed – groaning – eyes rolling-unresponsive to stimuli.
I had to grow up and fast. I called an ambulance from mum’s home phone in her living room and they somehow called me back on my mobile. The operator calmly gave me instructions over the phone on how to give first aid. I thought the paramedics would give up on her, when I told them she had terminal cancer.
Experienced suffocating nightmares all night – one I remember are a group of old classmates leading me through a door down some stone spiral stairs in the dark. We reach a dead end, they run back up and close the door behind me.
Mum’s cat has been acting up in a big way –he was there this day last year too, quivering behind the TV. I wonder if he remembers too.
Well it’s here, the 1st anniversary of mum’s diagnosis.
An odd thing happened too – the flood stuff we had taken into storage at the end of last year – some people arrived in a tiny van to bring it back – two pieces of furniture which belonged to my mum a box of beer and wine glasses and a nasal hair trimmer (still in the box, bought as a joke for my OH because he has a few vines growing out of his nose).
Was delighted to see mum’s favourite furniture – a wooden bookcase and display cabinet. They’re very nice, even though they’re not my taste. We’re really grateful to have any furniture at all and it’s nice to have a bit of mum back in the house.
Other than that, the day has been quite normal. I took the flowers to mum’s resting place, then checked the other plots around her were ok. I could only will myself stay a few minutes in the cemetery.
Went to art centre on spur of the moment to try and arrange an exhibition of mum’s work. The lady in charge won’t be in until tomorrow.
Another anniversary…is it really a year? No way! Wow, it feels like only last week … can’t believe a year has passed since mum’s diagnosis.
Got the flowers ready to visit her tomorrow. I almost bought a miniature novelty cactus from Tesco which was dressed in pink sunglasses. Didn’t want to get thrown out of the cemetery, so settled for some boring red carnations instead.
The last week has been rubbish if I’m honest – spent most of it thinking about tomorrow. It’s a 48 hour anniversary really, as the following day this time last year, mum almost successfully tried to kill herself.
Had a good think about showing her beadwork work to an arts centre for exhibiting this morning. It’d be a lovely way to mark the first anniversary of her death in November. It’d be wonderful to share her work with others.