11 years today my mum died and 9 months before that my dad died. It was a very tough time and yet I was so aware of heaven being just a breath away. This poem helped me to see that although we said goodbye to mum here, she was just a breathe away being greeted by my dad and more amazingly by Jesus.
I am so thankful for many happy memories of a childhood filled with love.

What is dying?

A ship sails and I stand watching till she fades on the horizon, and someone at my side says, "She's gone". Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all; she is just as large as when I saw her...

The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her, and just at that moment when someone at my side says "she is gone", there are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take up a glad shout, "there she comes!" ... and that is dying.

Bishop Brent.

Yesterday I went to the most wonderful place - a flower shop to buy cut flowers for our church flowers this weekend. It was great fun choosing the flowers from so many, wishing we had a very different budget!!!! How lovely it must be to do flowers for a cathedral. I wish I had taken photos - next time!

This is a photo of me taken by Ben - my hair is looking like real hair now! It seems to have a style of its own. Yes Ben's wall is covered with train tickets - left over from an art project. The gaps are where they have fallen off!

Today I am flower arranging and spending some time with Chloe before she leaves for her holiday in France. Life is back to its new business after a weekend of Jubilee watching. I am SO thankful for a more normal new life. I still look for and find joy in each day. (I hope I never lose this). My life is full of good things and wonderful people to share it with. I do have moments when fear creeps in and taps me on the shoulder whispering that it will be over soon. But I have learnt to pack those thoughts away knowing that all things are in His hands - the creator of the universe. He is trustworthy and dependable - whatever the future holds.