Olive Grace Meakin
24/12/42-04/12/17
Driving down to my former home to try to catch a last goodbye to mum. All I can hope is that I get there in time. No, I’m not driving, I drove the first bit to Scotch Corner.
Currently I can’t shed a tear as I’m too numb, but the journey has me thinking. I love education and think it is one of the most important parts of a society, but who educates you to be a mum? It’s ok if you had a great role model, but what happens if you don’t? How do you break that cycle? How do you learn the skills? Who guides you on right or wrong, especially when each child is different?
I’ve not always found my mum one who opens up easily, she’s a very private person but I know she did her best and really wanted the best for her children, and grandchildren. What more can you do? Likewise, I suppose as a daughter I’ve not always been the one you’d choose as a daughter, but you don’t appreciate how hard a job motherhood is until you try it yourself. Not sure I did motherhood as well as my mum, I certainly didn’t show the selfless sacrifice she did for her children..
So as we race to the hospital, mum, I want you to know, “Thank you for loving me, thank you for teaching me about life, and thank you for all the sacrifices you made for me, i hope I didn’t let you down.”
Now I’m shedding tears in buckets.
We got there in time as did the family who drove through the Channel Tunnel and we said our goodbyes.
We’ll all miss you mum, you were wonderfully and fearfully made.