A letter Mum wrote to her church when she knew she was dying
I am not sure I had realised how popular Mum was (and I am positive she didn’t either). The church at her funeral was packed and overflowing and there were many people who couldn’t even get there. On the day and after, we (my siblings and I) have all been asked for copies of our eulogies and to be able to listen the Mum’s funeral service.
So, without further ado, here are the eulogies in the order they were read, and her service.
There is so much to do, to catch up on, and so little motivation. I’ve had to resort to my daily to-do lists in my diary to try to encourage myself to at least tick one box off a day. I refuse to give in to inactivity.
On the day I brought Mum home from hospital, the day she found out that she had terminal cancer, she went straight out to the clothes line to hang out some clothes to air. I told her that I could do that and she said, “No, I need to do. Doing is very helpful.”
It’s these words that help me to do when all I want to do is curl up under my doona and let the world pass me by.
Pattie Morgan 27 July 1940 – 8 April 2015
A beautiful, brave, smart, playful and loving woman. We’ll miss you.
This is the eighth post in a series about my mother’s journey with terminal cancer.
Mum on Good Friday
It’s hard to imagine that this woman, always so full of life, will not be here much longer. In such a short period of time Mum has gone from someone who is running around, with barely a spare moment left in her diary, to someone who now just sleeps.