The End

Even though I was present when my Mum passed away in March, and a week later I attended her funeral, I still hadn't quite grasped the fact that I would never see her again.

After the funeral I returned to my "own little world in Scotland" as it was described, where I could effectively pretend everything was normal.

Today at the small family interment service in Bridlington Cemetery the reality hit me like a steam train.....