Last year, on the 28th of September, I went for my usual walk and took some photos because it was such a beautiful day. I'd gone out because it was the first anniversary of my father's death, and I wanted to think about him.
|September 28th, 2018|
Dad loved walks amongst trees and green; in 1971, he and some friends started up a walking group called The Strollers, and he would stroll along country lanes and across fields with them most weeks, year in, year out; in fact he last went out with them two days before he died!
Dad was the last surviving original member, and my Park on the 28th series is a kind of tribute to him, because he would have loved looking at it.... but this is not intended to be a sad post - it's been two years now, and we all go through it.
|Dad (on left) with some of his Strollers chums, probably about 15 years ago|
My brother helping to put the tree and its frame together ~
was pouring with rain that day! Julia with umbrella, me with camera😉
Six months ago, a few hours after I'd completed my 'Park' post for the 28th of March, I had a phone call from the nursing home where my mother had lived for the past 6 years, to say that she'd died.
She'd had Alzheimer's for 10 years, and since a stroke early in the year she'd become unable to acknowledge anyone or feed herself. We knew she was fading, but the end came quite suddenly. We'd thought we might get a chance to see her again; my sister was actually just getting ready to make the journey when we got the call.
|March 28th, 2019|
|Mum with Julia and me in 1987|