Sadly she did not live to see our three children achieve academic success, gain work and start their careers.
She was not there when they found partners, married and had children of their own.
She died before I achieved my Master’s in Education and before I became a published author.
She never saw the home we are living in now.
There’s hardly a day goes by when I don’t think of her.
Last weekend I visited Hoop Lane crematorium in North West London, where her ashes were scattered on the crocus bed.
OH (other half) and I explored the beautiful grounds with their stunning displays of Azaleas, Camelias and other flowering shrubs.
I remembered this poem I wrote in memory of my mother:
Or a bud upon a tree
I think about my mother
And the life she gave to me.
My mother loved gardening and liked nothing better than to spend time pottering in her garden.
I can think of no better place for her to be at rest than in the gardens of Hoop Lane.
Ashes scattered on the grass
In memory of Freda Hetty Finn
© Andrea Neidle. My Life in Poems
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