..it was only half true

November 12, 2011

Mid Winter Rose

When I looked at my last post, I realized it was really  half-true and half-truths are not too much use for furthering one’s understanding of the Universe!

Mum had a 4th major stroke in May and surgery did not help her the recover as we had hoped.

For most of the last six months Mum did not seem distressed but she was an awful situation and  we could not have prolonged her life further.

So it has been a time of just doing the best we could do and remembering her at her feisty best.

The funeral was wonderful; she would have loved the warmth and laughter and  that it was ‘roses’ time in Booleroo.

I sewed these together while I was with Mum and my sister Lyn at the hospital. We arranged the rows together and talked about favourite roses.

There is a  way to go yet but I can see what else I need now.

The inspiration and pattern were from Kerry Dear in an edition of Quilter’s Companion Magazine.

The only other things I have done are a few blocks for Amy.


With my brother and little sister at Cleland Wildlife Sanctuary

I was very fearful when I quickly wrote my last post and I wanted to explain my many longer blog breaks. At the moment I do not have internet connection in ‘BC’ and have been taking as many trips as possible there in the last couple of years.

I have never before had to bear the death of a very close loved one and I had no idea how I would be able to do it.

Dad has been ailing for the last few years and in many ways we as a family must have been  grieving a little at a time and  preparing ourselves for Dad’s death- inevitable but sad nevertheless.

All was well. I was able to spend two days with my very, very dear Dad and the rest of our family, and  I was so happy to be with him and hold his hand through his last night.

The hospital staff who have looked after him (and us) for the last couple of years were magnificent, and the warmth and support of the community in this  small country town was wondrous.

There is  lovely tradition that when there is a death of someone in or close to the community  a  flag is raised at 1/2 mast in the main street. Everyone is alerted and gathers around. Neighbours drop in with food and flowers and help to organize the funeral and afternoon tea.  During both of my parents illnesses in the last couple of years I have spent a lot more time traveling back  and forward to Booleroo, and although I have not lived in the town for many years it has felt as if I had never left and I’ll be forever grateful!

The funeral was a wonderful celebration of a long, full and happy life. We were surrounded by friends and family and I was honoured to be able to do the eulogy. I have posted this on a separate page (temporarily) for friends, family members and as a little piece of history.

I would not describe myself as superstitious or particularly sentimental but in the last couple of weeks I have been observing all sorts of invented rituals and practices. Wearing the couple of little pieces of jewellery he gave me as a child , using his hankies and wearing his pj’s.

I wore my Liberty ‘viking ships’ dress to the funeral, because I had heard a minister talking about ships and souls and peace at a previous funeral and I remembered hearing about the Vikings cremation rituals!

Those you have loved the most dearly must live on the most strongly in your memories and remain as a source of inspiration and strength.

Post of Hope

May 22, 2009

This is a post of encouragement for any reader of this little blog who may be struggling with illness or the illness of a loved one. Two weeks ago my mother suffered a massive stroke.  She was found on the floor in her home on Mother’s Day after having collapsed more that thirty-six hours earlier. Mum was airlifted from her small country town.  The doctors, allied medical professionals, volunteer and professional ambulance staff and nursing staff have been magnificent. The initial medical opinions  were very pessimistic about the chance of  much improvement in her condition. She has confounded them and us  all. This week,  with  a lot of support,  she has been able to take some steps and next week she will be transferred to a  rehabilitation centre. So my message is one of hope. The body and particularly the brain can be amazingly unpredictable and there is very often the chance for small miracles.