Goodbye, Mum.
As Autumn gathers, the first skein of geese flew overhead today, loosely pointing south in their ever-changing and noisy formation. More will follow. Winter will be close behind their departure. So it is with us.
But, like the seasons, there will be a spring for us, too. You will be with Dad, and we will come to terms with having no family magnet in the south-east, as we are scattered to the far edges of the country.
We will gather one last time, all of us together, on Monday to see you, and say goodbye.
Goodbye, Mum.
Chris
15th September 2018