On top of our worries with Woody, my poor wee mum took a dramatic and sudden turn for the worse and sadly died in February.
Monty and I spent a week with her in January which was a blessing as we got to spend lots of quiet time with her which made her smile but we knew something wasn't quite right - she seemed so frail.
She had no idea how ill she was poor love - none of us did. It happened so suddenly and right to the end she fought hard but the poor thing was riddled with cancer - it came back with a vengeance after so many years of great health.
The only solace I have is that she is (hopefully) with my two brothers. I am not a strong believer in any shape or form but I do have some faith and hope that this is the case.
She missed them both so much - and John's death four years ago really was the start of her demise. She became very reclusive and just plain sad. It was too much for her - to lose Stevie was hard enough, but John as well was unthinkable.
May she rest in peace and be gardening as she loved to somewhere beautiful. Every time I step into my garden I think of her.
