The last two years have been unbearably sad and incredibly difficult both for me and my sister and my Mum. Two weeks ago my Mum finally passed away, after a long and painful decline that stripped her of much of her dignity and all of her independence. I almost can't think of any appropriate words. It's probably too soon to be able to express how I feel, in fact, almost too soon to even really feel anything. I'm sure all that will come. Instead of words, here is one of my favorite pictures of my groovy Mum, living a glamorous life in Nassau, with her prize winning beagle, Charlie Brown. No one is quite sure how Charlie Brown hoodwinked the judges into awarding him first prize as he was an absolute menace by all accounts.
The best thing about this picture, besides my Mum's happiness, is of course, her dress. No doubt sewn by her own hands, from a pattern mailed over from the UK by her mother, and fabric bought from Sweetings, the local department store at the time.
I don't think there's much more to say than that.