From Rachel From North London:
Mum died in the early hours of this morning. Dad was with her. The family had been at the hospital since Monday morning, sleeping there, being there, keeping faith. Dad never left her side. Day and night, her husband, and children and brother were always with her, praying and talking, keeping silence, thanking her, holding her hand, telling her again and again how much she is loved. She knew. She was not afraid. It was terrible but it was also beautiful.
I know a lot of my friends and my family’s friends read this website, so I am using this blog as a bush telegraph system to try to get the message out, because it is very hard for us to cope with lots of phone calls and emails at the moment; we are all in shock, and exhausted, and there is a very great deal of very hard things for us to do.
Rachel has, quite rightly, asked that she and her family be given a bit of private time to grieve, take care of the funeral arrangements, etc. and we should, of course, respect her wishes in this.
Take as much time as you need, Rachel.
God bless you, Rachel. When my mother died, the doctor told us that the last sense to go is hearing. So my father and I told her how much she was loved- and how much she always would be.
The last thing she said to me in this life was that she would always love me.
August 22nd, 2007 at 10:56 am“It was terrible but it was also beautiful.”
I don’t mind admitting that I had a little cry about that.
August 22nd, 2007 at 11:42 amThank you Unity, it is hard going but so many people are thinking about the family, that it is very inspiring and it helps, a lot.
August 26th, 2007 at 12:07 pm