The return of the wanderer

So much for sitting and putting thoughts down and keeping a regular blog - but as is usual I got sidetracked with a good social life, job hunting and a bit of a cold.
The old girl finally died and it has left me with a great sense of loss. Her funeral was a simple one and the family asked me to join them on the trip to the church, which was an honour. I sat with her on Saturday 23rd during the day when Mary and I put Mozart on for her, and filled the room with daffodils. She seemed to see something or someone across the room and opened those tired but still bright blue eyes to look. I will always believe it was Johnny K waiting for her, because she died 7 hours later finally out of pain and at rest.
Mary and I prayed for her quick release, as she had suffered not only a great deal of pain in the last six months of her life, but also during her life. Life had not been kind to her and yet she was kind and always good to me.
I shall always remember her for her generosity and kindness towards me.