My Mum, Mary Stone, passed away last Saturday.
My Mum, Mary Stone, passed away last Saturday.
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I am glad she died at home.It’s always a shock to lose your mother whatever your age or hers
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It’s always sad for those left behind when death occurs. Yet we are all waiting in ‘Gods Waiting Room’ so to speak. But for some death will come early for others if lucky it will be later. We all know death is inevitable the only thing that is really important is how you die as for some like my Grandfather passed away in is sleep in his armchair smoking a pipe.
Unfortunately or fortunately for me, I have so many near misses with death that I no longer fear death as such, only pain.
When my Grandfather died it was the hardest loss to me ever, as he was a guiding influence, yet I stated at the time, ” I believe his spirit lives on in those of us left behind who know him”.. Hence I like to think of those who have passed away by remembering all the good times we had together and what good their presence had on us all.
My sincerest condolences to you Christopher and to your friends and family, yet I’m sure your mother spirit will live on inside you for the rest of your life.
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