Unravelling The Threads

"e;I'll take you home, Mum"e;, five words I spoke to my mother. Iheld her frozen hands as she lay in her coffin in the chapel of rest, a weekafter her death. Her traumatic painful life was over. In heaven now, Dearest Mum, you will know how much I haveloved you all my life, and may realize how desperately I needed yoursupport, and longed for your affection. You will know howmuch I longedto be like you longed to have your personality your charm and sense ofhumour, to be able to twist everyone around your little finger as you didso they thought you were a lovely lady - which you were. You told me that as a young Irish girl living in England whenever"e;I'll take you home Kathleen"e; came on the radio you would cry. You solonged to be home. You will be soon. Scattering my mother's ashes on the grave of her parents,Michaeland ElizabethMerriman, in that cemetery in the heart of Ireland whereshe was born was the only way I knew of showingmy love for themotherI never knew.