3pm, Monday 16th March, I was teaching a Pastoral Theology class when my mobile phone went. It was from Heather, my wife. I thought, ‘this is it’. Then I heard it, “Mum’s dead”.
Heather’s mum, a sprightly 86 year old, had fallen a few weeks ago and broken her collar bone. We had received the news as we had done so on previous occasions when she’d fallen. It will take her a month or so to get over this, and it will be back to life as normal. That wasn’t to be. A bit of confusion in her thinking when she was in the hospital led to a series of MRI and CAT scans. The outcome was simple and conclusive. Two brain tumours. Life expectancy – a few months. In just over a month she had died.
Tillie, that was her name, had lived almost 87 years. She had raised a family of four in her 30’s and 40’s, and then ran the small family business when her husband Sam had taken a heart attack in his early 50’s. She had learned to drive in her 60’s, in her 70’s cared for her husband in declining health to his death, then moved […]