Beautiful Rose's

It has been a lovely day today, head still hurting a wee bit, but if I move slowly I can cope!

My Mum An English Rose


Took Mum & Dad out for Sunday lunch. We arrived at the chosen country pub, sat at our table and was entertained by a live folk group playing traditional Irish Folk music....wonderful, as was the roast beef dinner !
Mum sat next to me, My lovely Mum, a true English 'Rose'. But sadly she is not quite herself, her memory has almost gone now. It hurts so much to see her slowly going into a world of her own, she cannot hold a conversation, although she does know who we all are, most of time.......


Here is an old photo of her holding my sister Jacquline.


My Dad was away fighting in the second word war, her never saw my sister until she was four years old....


Mum told me that when Dad came home it was like starting all over again, he went away a boy and came home a man and it took time to get to know one another again. They have been married for 64 years.

In this picture Mum is only 15 years old, she is with her older sister Emmy. Mum had two older brothers Tommy and Danny and more sisters, called Florance, Dorothy and Lilly.
I miss my Mum who used to phone me every day.
I miss my Mum who would listen to my moans and put things into perspective.
She came to my house everyday, and always had something in her basket for me that she had baked. She loved to cook. That has all gone now but to me she is and always will be A True English Rose.