This moved me such a lot and so aptly describes that ‘ no (wo)mans land between life and death. Thank you P. Huge love and solidarity with your loss and thank you for your words ❤️
Oh Pipp, I am wiping away tears lovely... that was just beautiful and honest and your mum would be so proud of you. 🥲
No matter what form the heart takes, stone, sand, leaf or conker - a conker heart, such a precious thing never before thought of - whilst those before your mums graceful departed were sent for her - all those that follow will be sent by her... for you.💞
Ahh Pipp, fuzzy is my life at the moment, I’m just trying to write about it, amidst the ructions of family life on a Saturday night though is no easy feat! biggest hugs lovely - stay strong and if you can’t tears are more than acceptable too ❤️XXXX
I’ve been without my mum & dad since 2021. Miss them both, but think of my mum at some point every day and miss her voice on the landline. She was pretty much the only person who called it!
I’m sorry to hear you lost your Mum and Dad so close together too. That was mid-pandemic time. It must have been very tough. The pandemic itself was hard enough. I know, right? I bet the older generation are the reason to justify the need for probably half the landlines in use these days!
It’s hard to take in the loss I think it takes ages. I just took the rubbish out and crossed my street (it’s late here) and found myself stargazing as if I was looking for a sign from her. It seems stupid but the romantic side of me yearns some kind of silent, symbolic connection. It’s as if he sky has a voice of its own when we’re grieving!!
Thanks, Pipp. Yes, it was still in the midst of the pandemic, though it was different health issues that got them. They were both in their early nineties, and I know how lucky I am to have had them in my life for so long. But adjusting to their absence is a strange process. And I, too, look to the sky or to nature, or to music as well, for reminders. I still dream of my childhood home and of my parents really frequently. Maybe not nightly, like I did at first. I think jotting down dreams or just what those reminders are can be cathartic.
Look forward to reading more of your writing – and I will scroll back through your earlier posts. Good to have “met” you here.
Wow into their nineties! Both of them! Fantastic. No wonder you miss them. It’s a good sign; that you were very loved. I’ve only been back a few days since the funeral and had no time to sit and listen to music but I bet it will be cathartic for me too.
What a line: “The sand, shifting as it always will, attracts the heart of us because transition is home.” A line amongst so many tender ones. This piece is so, so beautiful. Conker hearts. ❤️ sending so much love and gratitude for sharing such a beautiful piece with us all!
So poignant and beautiful Phillippa. Those signs of love give strength. And I think tears (eyes prickling with them or a whole waterfall of them) are a very important part of your body’s response to what you are feeling. Sending you love xxx
This brings it all back. My mother died at 69, at the same time as two of her friends from art school, one in England, one in Germany. All of them had pancreatic cancer. My mum died within three weeks of the diagnosis, her German friend was dying, and her English friend couldn't come to the funeral because she was in the final stages of it. We had barely time to say goodbye. I disagree about the necessity for tears. We had some laughs at the wake, but it was a brief hiatus between bouts of bawling. It was a physical reflex. I couldn't have kept back the weeping for anything.
I’m sat here crying at your beautiful words/thoughts …those pebbles heart stones, feathers, Robins will keep your mum close and bring you moments of comfort I hope ❤️
This moved me such a lot and so aptly describes that ‘ no (wo)mans land between life and death. Thank you P. Huge love and solidarity with your loss and thank you for your words ❤️
Interesting no ‘person’s’ land yes. I’m going to work with that analogy. Thank you for your love. Especially now💕
Oh Pipp, I am wiping away tears lovely... that was just beautiful and honest and your mum would be so proud of you. 🥲
No matter what form the heart takes, stone, sand, leaf or conker - a conker heart, such a precious thing never before thought of - whilst those before your mums graceful departed were sent for her - all those that follow will be sent by her... for you.💞
Now you got me in tears💕🙈😂🥲🥰🥰I’m glad you think it was OK. Sometimes gets a bit fuzzy the old head!
Ahh Pipp, fuzzy is my life at the moment, I’m just trying to write about it, amidst the ructions of family life on a Saturday night though is no easy feat! biggest hugs lovely - stay strong and if you can’t tears are more than acceptable too ❤️XXXX
So sorry to read about your mum - really touching writing.
Many thanks Wendy for writing, and reading. It’s been a roller coaster kind of autumn. I think Mum would be happy I’m not keeping it all inside
I’m sure she would be glad you are writing, Pipp.
I’ve been without my mum & dad since 2021. Miss them both, but think of my mum at some point every day and miss her voice on the landline. She was pretty much the only person who called it!
Your photos are beautiful, by the way.
I’m sorry to hear you lost your Mum and Dad so close together too. That was mid-pandemic time. It must have been very tough. The pandemic itself was hard enough. I know, right? I bet the older generation are the reason to justify the need for probably half the landlines in use these days!
It’s hard to take in the loss I think it takes ages. I just took the rubbish out and crossed my street (it’s late here) and found myself stargazing as if I was looking for a sign from her. It seems stupid but the romantic side of me yearns some kind of silent, symbolic connection. It’s as if he sky has a voice of its own when we’re grieving!!
Thanks, Pipp. Yes, it was still in the midst of the pandemic, though it was different health issues that got them. They were both in their early nineties, and I know how lucky I am to have had them in my life for so long. But adjusting to their absence is a strange process. And I, too, look to the sky or to nature, or to music as well, for reminders. I still dream of my childhood home and of my parents really frequently. Maybe not nightly, like I did at first. I think jotting down dreams or just what those reminders are can be cathartic.
Look forward to reading more of your writing – and I will scroll back through your earlier posts. Good to have “met” you here.
Wow into their nineties! Both of them! Fantastic. No wonder you miss them. It’s a good sign; that you were very loved. I’ve only been back a few days since the funeral and had no time to sit and listen to music but I bet it will be cathartic for me too.
Likewise looking forward to reading more!
What a line: “The sand, shifting as it always will, attracts the heart of us because transition is home.” A line amongst so many tender ones. This piece is so, so beautiful. Conker hearts. ❤️ sending so much love and gratitude for sharing such a beautiful piece with us all!
Thank you Katherine so much. I hope you have had a good weekend.
So poignant and beautiful Phillippa. Those signs of love give strength. And I think tears (eyes prickling with them or a whole waterfall of them) are a very important part of your body’s response to what you are feeling. Sending you love xxx
Hello Mel yes thank you Mel so kind of you to say a waterfall in my case would be far more appropriate
This brings it all back. My mother died at 69, at the same time as two of her friends from art school, one in England, one in Germany. All of them had pancreatic cancer. My mum died within three weeks of the diagnosis, her German friend was dying, and her English friend couldn't come to the funeral because she was in the final stages of it. We had barely time to say goodbye. I disagree about the necessity for tears. We had some laughs at the wake, but it was a brief hiatus between bouts of bawling. It was a physical reflex. I couldn't have kept back the weeping for anything.
I bet you couldn’t! That must have been horrendous Jane. Yes expecting lots of tears next Friday
Don’t hold them back. Smiling is for other occasions, I think.
That’s great advice thank you💕
So sorry for your loss … thank you for writing so beautifully about it. And the hearts. Always hearts 💛
Thank you so much for writing. Very kind. Yes all hearts -making the world go around
I’m sat here crying at your beautiful words/thoughts …those pebbles heart stones, feathers, Robins will keep your mum close and bring you moments of comfort I hope ❤️
So we’ll put Angeleen. Thanks lovely for your love.
Well not well🙈…🥰🥰