OT sad news

I'm so sorry.
MAmadurk

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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 am so sorry for your loss. I can't even begin to imagine how you must feel
but know that you and your family are all in my prayers.
--
Debi

Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?


"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

Love and hugs to you Mel in your sad loss. Remember the good times as
I am sure you will. Condolences to all your family.
Love
Bronnie


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.

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

On Thu, 16 Jun 2005 20:53:45 +0100, 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.

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.

Oh, Mel. At least you got to make peace at the end. (My dad and I
were in the middle of an argument when he died...) (((((Hugs)))))
Hang on to the good memories...


-- Jo in Scotland

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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.

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.


I'm so sorry for your loss, Mel. You are fortunate, indeed, that your
attitude towards her is what it is and that you were able to reconcile
at last. Please accept my sympathies.
--
Sandy in Henderson, near Las Vegas
my ISP is earthlink.net -- put sfoster1(at) in front
http://home.earthlink.net/~sfoster1

AKA Dame Sandy, Minister of Education

Oh, Mel, what a lovely sentiment about your mum. I feel your pain and send
all my prayers and healing wishes to you and your family. It was wonderful
that when her time came, she was surrounded by those who loved her. I
recently mended fences with my mom as well when she became ill and I was the
only caretaker she had. I always called her a "feisty old broad" but I
may adopt your "interfering old ratbag of the first water" label. That's
priceless and it sounds like you called her that in a very loving way. Hold
onto those wonderful memories of her and the sounds of your childhood - your
mum will never be far from you when you hold her deep in your memories. God
bless!

--
Alice in NJ, Royal Cybrarian
http://www.ourcyberfamily.us
http://www.ourcyberfamily.us/RCTQ/index.htm (add a recipe)
"Just about the time a woman thinks her work is done, she becomes a
grandmother." Edward H. Dreschnack



"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
:

I am so sorry Mel. (((((((((((((((HUGS))))))))))))

--
Cindy from MO


"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 to you and your family.

Mary

http://community.webshots.com/user/moondancewa

So sorry, prayers and good thoughts on the way to you and your family from
Tucson. How lucky you are that you were able to make a reconciliation!

--
Carolyn in The Old Pueblo

If it ain't broke, you aren't trying. --Red Green
If it ain't broke, it ain't mine. --Carolyn McCarty

If at first you don't succeed, switch to power tools --Red Green
If at first you don't succeed, get a bigger hammer. --Carolyn McCarty

"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

I'm so sorry Mel.
Hugs, Taria

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.

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.