...and not in a good way...
Today I woke up to the news that one of my close friends lost his mum today. I have known him (and her) for for the last 16 or so years. Up until the last few years when she has been unwell, she was a very welcome feature in my life often when I was around him.
She had married the love of her life, a beautiful man who my heart goes out to today on the loss of quite literally his other half. They are truly the absolute epitome of the 'two halves of the same heart' cliche - they are probably closer and more in love (even in their dotage) than any other couple I know.
She has bought up a wonderful son, who has an amazing sense of self and as a gay man, has grown up with more love and understanding and acceptance than most people I know.
She managed to be always there for not only him, but his friends. She had a generous heart and was a quietly glamorous and elegant woman.
In recent years she was in full time care after some bad turns with her health. I mentioned a few times my desire to go visit her to my friend - who discouraged it, given the state her health and that she was really not herself any more. On those days I always found it hard to accept - today I am very grateful for that.
It meant that today, while I was running through all my memories of her - they were true to the beautiful woman I knew. Of her smiling, soft conversation, her quiet elegance, her unconditional support for her son and everyone he bought into her life as part of his.
One of my favourite memories was her standing in the kitchen (cooking for others as always) large chef knife in hand saying in her stunning greek accent 'Petter, I am in the kitchen and I have a large knife' in response to him trying to score his Christmas present early from her.
RIP beautiful Mary P, you will be sadly missed by many - not least your gorgeous boys. Much love and hugs P (& M) and E - I'm sending you long distance hugs, and the strength to get through the next little while. xxx
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Thursday, September 15, 2011
What a day...
...and not in a good way...
Today I woke up to the news that one of my close friends lost his mum today. I have known him (and her) for for the last 16 or so years. Up until the last few years when she has been unwell, she was a very welcome feature in my life often when I was around him.
She had married the love of her life, a beautiful man who my heart goes out to today on the loss of quite literally his other half. They are truly the absolute epitome of the 'two halves of the same heart' cliche - they are probably closer and more in love (even in their dotage) than any other couple I know.
She has bought up a wonderful son, who has an amazing sense of self and as a gay man, has grown up with more love and understanding and acceptance than most people I know.
She managed to be always there for not only him, but his friends. She had a generous heart and was a quietly glamorous and elegant woman.
In recent years she was in full time care after some bad turns with her health. I mentioned a few times my desire to go visit her to my friend - who discouraged it, given the state her health and that she was really not herself any more. On those days I always found it hard to accept - today I am very grateful for that.
It meant that today, while I was running through all my memories of her - they were true to the beautiful woman I knew. Of her smiling, soft conversation, her quiet elegance, her unconditional support for her son and everyone he bought into her life as part of his.
One of my favourite memories was her standing in the kitchen (cooking for others as always) large chef knife in hand saying in her stunning greek accent 'Petter, I am in the kitchen and I have a large knife' in response to him trying to score his Christmas present early from her.
RIP beautiful Mary P, you will be sadly missed by many - not least your gorgeous boys. Much love and hugs P (& M) and E - I'm sending you long distance hugs, and the strength to get through the next little while. xxx
Today I woke up to the news that one of my close friends lost his mum today. I have known him (and her) for for the last 16 or so years. Up until the last few years when she has been unwell, she was a very welcome feature in my life often when I was around him.
She had married the love of her life, a beautiful man who my heart goes out to today on the loss of quite literally his other half. They are truly the absolute epitome of the 'two halves of the same heart' cliche - they are probably closer and more in love (even in their dotage) than any other couple I know.
She has bought up a wonderful son, who has an amazing sense of self and as a gay man, has grown up with more love and understanding and acceptance than most people I know.
She managed to be always there for not only him, but his friends. She had a generous heart and was a quietly glamorous and elegant woman.
In recent years she was in full time care after some bad turns with her health. I mentioned a few times my desire to go visit her to my friend - who discouraged it, given the state her health and that she was really not herself any more. On those days I always found it hard to accept - today I am very grateful for that.
It meant that today, while I was running through all my memories of her - they were true to the beautiful woman I knew. Of her smiling, soft conversation, her quiet elegance, her unconditional support for her son and everyone he bought into her life as part of his.
One of my favourite memories was her standing in the kitchen (cooking for others as always) large chef knife in hand saying in her stunning greek accent 'Petter, I am in the kitchen and I have a large knife' in response to him trying to score his Christmas present early from her.
RIP beautiful Mary P, you will be sadly missed by many - not least your gorgeous boys. Much love and hugs P (& M) and E - I'm sending you long distance hugs, and the strength to get through the next little while. xxx
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The worst part about loving someone is losing them but I hope that happy memories will help those who loved her to get through this difficult time.
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