OT sad news

{{{{{{{{{Mel}}}}}}}}}

Glad you were all together at the end.
After twenty years I still 'miss' being told what to do :-) {there being two
sides to everything Mum's and the wrong one}

--
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"M Rimmer" wrote in message
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My mum (Sheila) died last night just after 2am. She was at home, I was
with her, along with dad, my sisters, and mum's brother and sisters.
She'd had cancer for 7 years, so we knew it was coming but it didn't
half go fast in the last few days.

She taught me (without ever saying it in so many words) that everything
made had been made by someone, and I could make things too if I just had
the right materials, tools, and know-how, and she taught me that
materials, tools, and know-how are all get-able. I'll always remember
being lulled to sleep by the sound of her old Singer treadle machine she
used to make clothes and soft furnishings. She could be an interfering
old ratbag of the first water, but she was the only interfering old
ratbag I had. When she knew the end was near she was very gracious and
initiated a reconciliation between us, for which I had long yearned but
been unable to begin. I think, above all, I am grateful for that.
--
M Rimmer

I'm so sorry for your loss, Mel.

--
Wendy
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"M Rimmer" wrote in message
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My mum (Sheila) died last night just after 2am. She was at home, I was
with her, along with dad, my sisters, and mum's brother and sisters. She'd
had cancer for 7 years, so we knew it was coming but it didn't half go
fast in the last few days.

She taught me (without ever saying it in so many words) that everything
made had been made by someone, and I could make things too if I just had
the right materials, tools, and know-how, and she taught me that
materials, tools, and know-how are all get-able. I'll always remember
being lulled to sleep by the sound of her old Singer treadle machine she
used to make clothes and soft furnishings. She could be an interfering old
ratbag of the first water, but she was the only interfering old ratbag I
had. When she knew the end was near she was very gracious and initiated a
reconciliation between us, for which I had long yearned but been unable to
begin. I think, above all, I am grateful for that.
--
M Rimmer

My sympathies, Mel.
It's always sad, even when expected; but how wonderful that you were
able to be at peace together before she died. That was a lasting gift.
..
In message , M Rimmer
writes
My mum (Sheila) died last night just after 2am. She was at home, I was
with her, along with dad, my sisters, and mum's brother and sisters.
She'd had cancer for 7 years, so we knew it was coming but it didn't
half go fast in the last few days.

She taught me (without ever saying it in so many words) that everything
made had been made by someone, and I could make things too if I just
had the right materials, tools, and know-how, and she taught me that
materials, tools, and know-how are all get-able. I'll always remember
being lulled to sleep by the sound of her old Singer treadle machine
she used to make clothes and soft furnishings. She could be an
interfering old ratbag of the first water, but she was the only
interfering old ratbag I had. When she knew the end was near she was
very gracious and initiated a reconciliation between us, for which I
had long yearned but been unable to begin. I think, above all, I am
grateful for that.

--
Best Regards
pat on the hill

Oh Mel,
I'm so sorry for your loss. I glad that you were able to reconcile with her.
((((((hugs)))))))
Lisa
"M Rimmer" wrote in message
...
My mum (Sheila) died last night just after 2am. She was at home, I was
with her, along with dad, my sisters, and mum's brother and sisters.
She'd had cancer for 7 years, so we knew it was coming but it didn't
half go fast in the last few days.

She taught me (without ever saying it in so many words) that everything
made had been made by someone, and I could make things too if I just had
the right materials, tools, and know-how, and she taught me that
materials, tools, and know-how are all get-able. I'll always remember
being lulled to sleep by the sound of her old Singer treadle machine she
used to make clothes and soft furnishings. She could be an interfering
old ratbag of the first water, but she was the only interfering old
ratbag I had. When she knew the end was near she was very gracious and
initiated a reconciliation between us, for which I had long yearned but
been unable to begin. I think, above all, I am grateful for that.
--
M Rimmer

Condolences and hugs Mel.
--
Anne in CA
"It's not having what you want; it's wanting what you've got." -- Sheryl
Crow
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http://home.covad.net/~arudolph/annes.htm

M Rimmer wrote:
My mum (Sheila) died last night just after 2am. She was at home, I was
with her, along with dad, my sisters, and mum's brother and sisters.
She'd had cancer for 7 years, so we knew it was coming but it didn't
half go fast in the last few days. ............

{{{{Mel}}} Once your sadness & sense of loss has been dealt with,
you will be eternally grateful that you could be with your Mum at the
end. I was with my Mom when she passed and have *always* been glad I
could give her that last parting gift of my companionship. I will
always be upset about the fact that my DSis had to cross the Rainbow
Bridge all alone. THAT makes me upset whenever I think of it. More
healing hugs being sent your way. CiaoMeow ^;;^
PAX, Tia Mary

Mel. Please accept my sincere sympathy,I understand what you and your family
are going through!It is a difficult time. Estelle Cornwall
"M Rimmer" wrote in message
...
My mum (Sheila) died last night just after 2am. She was at home, I was
with her, along with dad, my sisters, and mum's brother and sisters. She'd
had cancer for 7 years, so we knew it was coming but it didn't half go
fast in the last few days.

She taught me (without ever saying it in so many words) that everything
made had been made by someone, and I could make things too if I just had
the right materials, tools, and know-how, and she taught me that
materials, tools, and know-how are all get-able. I'll always remember
being lulled to sleep by the sound of her old Singer treadle machine she
used to make clothes and soft furnishings. She could be an interfering old
ratbag of the first water, but she was the only interfering old ratbag I
had. When she knew the end was near she was very gracious and initiated a
reconciliation between us, for which I had long yearned but been unable to
begin. I think, above all, I am grateful for that.
--
M Rimmer

Sorry about your Mum. Wrap yourself in the wonderful teachings and memories
of fun times you had with her. They will get you through the sad times.
Love and Hugs, Jeanbaby

"M Rimmer" wrote in message
...
My mum (Sheila) died last night just after 2am. She was at home, I was
with her, along with dad, my sisters, and mum's brother and sisters. She'd
had cancer for 7 years, so we knew it was coming but it didn't half go
fast in the last few days.

She taught me (without ever saying it in so many words) that everything
made had been made by someone, and I could make things too if I just had
the right materials, tools, and know-how, and she taught me that
materials, tools, and know-how are all get-able. I'll always remember
being lulled to sleep by the sound of her old Singer treadle machine she
used to make clothes and soft furnishings. She could be an interfering old
ratbag of the first water, but she was the only interfering old ratbag I
had. When she knew the end was near she was very gracious and initiated a
reconciliation between us, for which I had long yearned but been unable to
begin. I think, above all, I am grateful for that.
--
M Rimmer

Hugs and hugs, my dear Mel. I know from experience what a gaping hole this
leaves. It will slowly fill with warm memories, and it will always contain
love.

Karen, Queen of Squishies

Hugs and condolences, Mel!

--
Donna in NE La.
"M Rimmer" wrote in message
...
My mum (Sheila) died last night just after 2am. She was at home, I was
with her, along with dad, my sisters, and mum's brother and sisters. She'd
had cancer for 7 years, so we knew it was coming but it didn't half go
fast in the last few days.

She taught me (without ever saying it in so many words) that everything
made had been made by someone, and I could make things too if I just had
the right materials, tools, and know-how, and she taught me that
materials, tools, and know-how are all get-able. I'll always remember
being lulled to sleep by the sound of her old Singer treadle machine she
used to make clothes and soft furnishings. She could be an interfering old
ratbag of the first water, but she was the only interfering old ratbag I
had. When she knew the end was near she was very gracious and initiated a
reconciliation between us, for which I had long yearned but been unable to
begin. I think, above all, I am grateful for that.
--
M Rimmer