I have been sorting through photos today, scanning them and sending them to Nephew who is doing the Order of Service. We have settled on the music, the order of things, who is making tributes. The tea and sandwiches venue is turning into a bit of a problem. Now I am on my way to bed, this photo is playing before my eyes. I love the way Mother, who had a love for donkeys, is encouraging me. Her smile is for the animals, but she is right behind me. I think it’s Portrush, though it might be Portstewart; Co Antrim anyway. A long time ago.
She is wearing my favourite of her dresses. I am wearing a gingham skirt she made and which I tore the first day I wore it, climbing over the fence. My cardigan was knitted by Miss Kennard, an old lady my mother nursed. Mother paid her to knit us lots of cardigans. Mother’s cardigan is shop bought. Look at Mother’s smile. Isn’t she lovely?