There are times when it's not all about being sick in a hedge.
"Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown, this time I'm comin' down"We climbed into the car after what had been an emotional funeral. My mother had died suddenly of an illness that may or may not – for we will never know - have been accelerated by the medication she had been taking for another condition.
Her slide from a healthy, happy 60-year-old to death had been sudden and shocking, my abiding memory of the time being driving up and down the M5 for weeks on end, working nightshifts and sleeping in my old bunk-bed back at the family home.
The car pulled away from Truro Crematorium, and we headed toward home in silence. I forget who in the front seat – either my brother or my sister – turned on the radio just to do something about the deathly atmosphere, but it was tuned to the local FM station and this song:
The Verve – The Drugs Don't Work
"Stop. Stop the car."
We pulled into a lay-by, and cried and cried. I still blub a bit when I hear this song, but turn it to happier memories. It was a sad, heart-wrenching time in my life, but now, ten years on, I've learned to remember the past and not live in it.
Happy birthday, mum.
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I'm sure she would've appreciated the post. I'm the same with 'Vincent' and my Dad's passing.
Sometimes the world is never meant for people that beautiful.
Funny how some songs take on meanings like that.
Mott the Hoople, Johnny Cash to name two bring different memories of different family members.
Scary, the emotion in your post is heart-rending.
You are not mad.
Peace to you, my friend. And happy memories to you as well...
Aw, Duck.
The anniversary of my mom's passing is coming up on the 16th of this month. Twenty years. It just doesn't seem possible.
Trying out a new Facebook "like" button on the site, and still working out how to get rid of the embarrassing gap at the bottom.
This could be the time to (gasp) change the look of the site for the first time in years...
DO NOT BE ALARMED.
Embarrassing bottom gaps. Story of your life.
A fitting tribute mate, very nicely done.
Raise a glass...
My swan song of course and the song of my lifes span would and will always be: I just wanna be your eveything.....okay I didn't write it but did sing alongside Andy Gibb The Main Gibber in my girlish pink boudoir my door closed and locked against anyones intrusion, other than him, hisself: andy of course. I am not his everything still, or mayhaps I am......
he's from the other side, I am the from the coolest planet imaginable:
ppphlffh! yes you heard it right. I am an illegal alien, because I can do the carmel flan....sorry for all this ranting and raving and hello to all my followers in the Uk and elsewhere.
egads, mum how ya do go on and on and on, til doomsday do come and begin another tidal wave of another doomsday yet to come with all other kinds of illegal aliens....because they can......
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