The day my world changed.

January 21st 2012  5.00am my world came to a crashing halt.
My Stepfather rang me up to tell me that my Mummy was dead, he did not break the news to me gently. Maybe because he was in a state of shock too, who is to say. All I know or remember from that day is that I shook throughout my whole body and then made him repeat himself several times over until it sank in that I had lost my Mummy.

Next I had to ring my sister Caroline and break the news to her, I hope I did a better job than Arthur did with me, I really can not remember much about that day.
It was hours before I could tell my children.
That evening we all got together at my son Shaun's house just to be together in this nightmare. It still did not seem possible.
Surely when I rang England tomorrow Mummy would answer the phone like she always did on a Sunday morning.

The next few days my sister and I had to prepare for our journey home to England. This was the trip that we had always dreaded. The trip that we had talked about but never thought that it would happen this soon.
We had planned on bringing Mummy over for six months this year and to celebrate her 80th birthday in style. That was not going to happen now, instead we would be bringing our Mummys remains back with us.
How will we ever go on without her in our lives?
I love you Mummy.