It’s seven years ago tonight that I sent that text to the kind woman who was sitting with Mother in hospital. It read: Say ‘Goodnight Irene’ from me.
That’s how we always said ‘Goodnight,’ and it didn’t surprise me to hear later that Mother, who had suffered a severe stroke four days before, definitely responded when the message was read to her and that she then settled and passed away peacefully.
Seven years is a long time in some respects and no time in others. Mother’s presence has remained constant throughout as I do even the most mundane things like washing up. Most of all, though, she is with me when I’m lost in nature; nature that she loved and appreciated more than anyone else I’ve ever met.
What’s changed in the seven years is how I see her passing. All the horribleness of being cooped up in hospital has been swept away by the intervening storms and now it’s like she strolled down a May time path festooned with a blaze of nature’s colours.
These are the paths that she craved from her childhood growing up on a farm; paths that she walked with us when we were kids, teaching us about trees, flowers, wildlife; paths that she journeyed in her memory when failing health held her back.
So many paths come to mind but this one in our beloved Mount Congreve seems just right as I think of her now with a loving smile:
23 thoughts on “Good Night Irene”
What a lovely way to remember your Mother, and I love the photograph of the beautiful garden. My project is in a way a homage to my Mother, to her younger self and the teenager working in London. By learning as much as I can about those times, I feel more in touch with her.
Hi Olga, that’s very interesting about the way in which your project connects you with your mother.
Beautiful memories to have. 🙂
Yes, I’m blessed in that regard, Joseph, and it does matter hugely to me.
What a beautiful way and place to remember your mom. My guess is that she would be most pleased and honored..:)
Thanks George. I hope you’re right. ( You usually are!)
Beautiful tribute to your Mom and her daily presence. 🙂
Thanks Paul. She was very precious to us all.
What a lovely fusion of colors and beautiful memories of your mom!
Thanks for your kind words, Arlene.
They never leave us, the important ones stay in our hearts. It’s no wonder we often feel our hearts are fit to bust! Beautiful dedication to your Mum. ❤
You’re so right, Willow. x
This is the way we should always remember our loved ones by the way they lived their lives in happier times, their interests, love never dies…
Hi Joni, no, love never dies, that’s something we only learn with experience, isn’t it?
Fabulous photographs, and what a beautiful tribute to your mother. Such a lovely way to remember her. xx
Many thanks, Jean. Great to hear from you.
Thank you for sharing this radiant path Jean. Your mother truly lives on in you and in the world around you. 💛
Hi Val, it’s certainly a path of beauty and tranquillity. Hard to beat!
A beautiful path Jean. After the illness and my mother’s death I was left with an image of the amber light of sunset in her room, which I found very calming.
That sounds so soothing, Andrea. Thanks for telling me about it.
The comforting memories do take over eventually. I lost my mother at an early age but the good memories help. How wonderful that you can connect her with this beautiful image!