Another turn in the road, another view ahead. Different, but all part of the same journey. Just over a week ago my mother, whom I've been caring for in her home for the past year, died in her sleep.
She wouldn't have wanted me to bore you with the details of her illness; but she would have liked me to share some of the stories from her life and I shall endeavour to recall some of them over the next few months.
But first I need to attend to the arrangements for her funeral and clear her house of fifty years of accumulated possessions. Luckily I'm not as alone as the man in the picture at the head of this page; I have my brother here to help me through and many of my mother's neighbours are also lending a hand.
When that's all done I'll be going back to my own house which has been standing empty and unloved for too long. Then I have a lot of walks, bike rides and places to visit, as I've been unable to leave my mother at all for much of the last year.
But, apart from the last month or so, it's been a good year, one I wouldn't have changed.
19th January 1930 to 13th September 2017