“Never go thru life never telling the people you love that you love them because one day it just might be too late”

My memories have been flooding back to me this morning, and remembered the day my mum died. It was so unexpected and so sudden, I remember me and dad leaving mum in the hospital and going home on the bus and both of us thinking they will make her better now, we left full of hope and misguided relief.



A couple of hours later around midnight we got a call from the hospital asking us to come down as mum as taken a turn for the worse, I phone Terry and we waited for him to come in the car, we got there and there was mum unconscious she had had a heart attack and they had resuscitated her but we could not talk to her, I sat by her bed full of remorse and watch my mum die as I did with my dad 8 years later.


I guess the point I am saying here that she left with me feeling lots of things undone and unsaid, mum and I had a real weird relationship not close I guess her with lots of pain in her life and me with so much resentment. When dad and I got home we sat in the front room me on his Bed and him on the recliner next to me, we were both in shock and dad said something to me that I only understand now he said, “your mum did love you” it has taken many years for me to understand this statement and now I do believe these words, I never had to doubt my dad’s love for me because I was his favourite and he loved me sometimes too much and some times that was the ruin of me, but mum, I went thru life thinking she did not want me, she did not love me, but what I did not know and do know now that she just could not show it in the way she should have.
“Never go thru life never telling the people you love that you love them because one day it just might be too late”