dissabte, 15 de febrer de 2014


I woke up this morning to very sad news that my English mum, Pauline Tring, had passed away. 

I met Mum years ago, when she came home on holiday and from teh very first moment a connection was born between her and me. She was such a lovely lady who liked to live her life to the full each day. with her I learnt that  life is short and you never know the day so we must enjoy every day and make ourlife as special as it can be and never put off telling the people we love how much we love them.
After this terrible illness that has taken her, I can say I'm glad though that she didn't suffer or get too much time to dwell on things.
As my English sister, Alison said, "Mum has graduated and got her wings ...... there is a new angel."
I cannot but think of this poem for her, since I am unable to write anything else on my own:

"Funeral Blues" - W.H. Auden 

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, 
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, 
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum 
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. 

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead 
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. 
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, 
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. 

He was my North, my South, my East and West, 
My working week and my Sunday rest, 
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; 
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. 

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, 
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, 
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; 
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

 Rest in peace, Mum, you'll always be in our hearts xx