Category Archives: The Long Goodbye

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →