There is no actual post this week in terms of it being writerly, coherent (possibly) or long. Words are failing me right now.
On Saturday my amazing mum died. The world has altered into one that has a prominent mum-shaped hole in it. It will never be the same and I don’t know how to negotiate it anymore.
I’m not sharing this for attention. Please view this as a a tribute to a woman who fought with such strength and dignity to live. May she now know peace.
Her Fight Against Cancer and Receiving Hospice Care
She fought a great fight against cancer but unfortunately the cruel bastard finally won. My family and I are mourning her right now but we also want to be proactive and honour both her memory and the hospice that cared for her.
From her diagnosis of incurable cancer eight months my Mum’s battle was made more bearable with the compassionate care of Sobell House Hospice in Oxford: Sobell House Hospice website. They were there for her and her family from that diagnosis to her last breath.
Helping Sobell House Hospice to Care for Others
The staff at Sobell are amazing but they are always working against lack of funding. Hospices don’t run on fresh air unfortunately. I’ve set up a Just Giving page to raise money for this hospice right here: Sobell House Hospice Donations in Memory of Kay Cross
If you are kind enough to donate, no matter the sum, as a testimony to the memory of my amazing mum and to this incredible hospice that gave us peace in an horrific time, I’d be truly touched.
Thanks in advance for giving us hope for those who need this hospice in the future and that mum’s life is more enriched than it is already by this last act of kindness on her part.
This One’s for You, Mum
Good night Mum. This famous poem fits the moment, just for you. I may have had to literally let you go but I’m still holding on in my heart:
There’s little joy in life for me,
And little terror in the grave;
I’ve lived the parting hour to see
Of one I would have died to save.
Calmly to watch the failing breath,
Wishing each sigh might be the last;
Longing to see the shade of death
O’er those belovèd features cast.
The cloud, the stillness that must part
The darling of my life from me;
And then to thank God from my heart,
To thank Him well and fervently;
Although I knew that we had lost
The hope and glory of our life;
And now, benighted, tempest-tossed,
Must bear alone the weary strife.