Yesterday at 6.20am my precious mother died.
My mother was a truly unique and wonderful person. She was a nurse who indulged her elderly patients and loved her work. She was an adoring Gramma, and to me she was simply and completely my very, very best friend.
I have so many wonderful memories of her and the fun we had together. The hours of chatting and the gallons of tea we drank together. The gardens and nurseries walked, recipes swapped, new dishes tried out on each other. She often brought me buckets full of hydrangeas, rhododendrons, roses, gladioli, daffodils, daphne or peonies.
I am too overcome just now to say as much as I would like except that; the first time she looked into my eyes 57 years ago she smiled at me and last week when she looked into my eyes for the last time she smiled at me, her sweet, innocent, pure smile. I will have that wonderful picture in my mind for the rest of my life.
Annie Margaret Emma Henshaw, rest in eternal, blissful peace my darling.