During the span of this diary my Mum died. She'd been sick for a long time so the news wasn't unexpected, but somehow that didn't help.

I suppose I went through all the usual emotions, including the "I should have been there" and "maybe if we weren't living on the road I would have been there" guilt trips.

But if I was still working I would have been lucky to get any time off at all, as it was our new lifestyle allowed me to spend nearly two months with my Mum and Dad not long ago. Try getting two months off work to stay with your sick Mum, you'd be pushing to get a week or two's compassionate leave for the funeral.

So I can thank our lifestyle for letting me spend time with my Mum before she died.

Goodbye Mum, we all loved you, I loved you, and still do.

Pen and ink drawing by Winona Gray.
19 January 1921 - 11 July 2002

Till next time then, and remember,

don't dream it, be it!