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For the past fortnight, I’ve been busy taking care of my mum.
Mum is in her mid-sixties now and three years ago she was diagnosed with a condition that will eventually kill her. It is not terminal in the way that cancer is, but we know that it will eventually lead to her death. I am coming to terms with this. Previously, we had conversations about what she would want her funeral to be like and she’s asked me to officiate. I promised I would. I may do it through a veil of tears, utterly unable to speak, but I’ll do it for her.
But as I sat by her bedside, hearing the monitor beep, I thought of all of the memories of her I had. The memories we made together. When I was little, when I grew up, when I met and married. I still remember her on my wedding day, telling me that I couldn’t get married again because she couldn’t cope with the stress! Mum still has the pictures though, tucked away in her purse. I’ve heard her tell complete strangers that it was a beautiful day, like a fairy tale.
She has those memories to look back on and so do I. Happy, joyous times, in photographs or in our thoughts. Even when she’s in a hospital bed or 100 miles away.
It’s not just about us, the ones who are getting married. It’s about out family and friends too. It’s all about having those moments.