Mary and I just got back from a trip to Scotland. We originally planned visit my Mother during Spring break week, but since we were flying on frequent flier tickets we ended up arriving on the Thursday before. God works in mysterious ways. When we arrived we were advised to go to my Mother’s nursing home right away, where we we found her somewhere between asleep and unconscious. She passed quietly away 2 1/2 days later, on the morning of Sunday 10th April, Mother’s day in the UK. She was a few weeks short of her 92nd Birthday.
Mother was a wonderful lady with a ready smile and a can do attitude. She loved parties, people, kids, grandkids, great grandkids. She played golf till she was 84, flew to Texas by herself till she was 85, and was greatly offended that the insurance companies would not give her coverage to keep coming over when she felt just fine.
In her last few years she had wonderful care from the staff at her assisted living apartment, Glen Place in Brodick, Montrose House Care Home, and finally at Cooriedoon Nursing Home, as well as the support of my brother Alistair and wonderful friends on Arran.
She has moved on to a better place, and is probably organising a party there right now!