A rare photo of my parents…

As my rummaging through old photos continues I found this very rare photo of my parents together in the same room; on the back it says it was taken at my sister Kerrie’s wedding although she isn’t in the picture and neither am I as I was abroad with the Royal Navy. As I learn more about my parents past photos like this one become so important for me.

Left to right: My Mother Elsie, Uncle Arthur (who married my Fathers sister Joan), my little sister Brenda, I think my Aunty Jenny (Mothers sister), my Father Charles Henry, my sister Christine and her husband Clem (with his back to the camera). I don’t know who the man standing is.

Her body has left this world, but her soul is still very much watched over by me

I lost my beautiful sister on 1 April 2012. It was particularly painful for me as I was thousands of miles away in India at the time. I’d seen her a few days before I left the UK and doctors told me that although she had a terminal illness she would live at least another twelve months. She lived another five days.

In India I found myself taking long walks along very long beaches as a way of trying to come to terms with my loss and in some ways I’m thankful I had that time. Even though I was angry with the doctors I’ve always felt very spiritual in India and over about three weeks I was blessed with many opportunities to reflect.

As with most people who have lost someone I suppose I clue into those special dates as a way of remembering my sister and feeling close to her again even if it is just for a short while. Today (19 November) is her birthday and I wanted not just to acknowledge her but also remind myself that she is still very much an important part of my life. Her body has left this world, but her soul is still very much watched over by me. My love for her never dies, quite the contrary x x x