Category Archives: The Long Goodbye

The rest is silence

It’s not silence, of course. Never will be.  I’ll keep talking about my mum – and my dad. They can’t be forgotten, especially as the numbers fall elsewhere, and fewer and fewer people remain who remember them. It’s the words, … Continue reading

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Farewell to the famous Thermos

It’s been around, that Thermos flask. That’s something my mum would not have imagined when she bought it. For her it was a convenience, something that meant she didn’t have to struggle out of her chair too often for a … Continue reading

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14 September 2011: Mum’s 80th birthday

Time to take her home. I boarded the Overground from Crystal Palace to Shadwell, then changed to the DLR to Poplar then All Saints. First stop: the pie and mash shop where I guess she would have eaten. One vegetable pie, … Continue reading

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13 May 2011: 2nd Anniversary

I met Andrew back in December 2010 at a party in Soho. We got talking. In February, on our first ‘is-it-a-date-I’m-not-sure-maybe-perhaps’ we discussed (amongst other things of course) death, funerals, ashes and illness. It was much more fun than it … Continue reading

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13 May 2010: 1st Anniversary

I wanted to mark this. It’s what I do, and I seem fairly alone in my family in that sense, although that’s not to say they don’t remember in their own way. Realising how upset I was that no one … Continue reading

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