Four days had passed sleeping & watching at Mum's hospital bedside.The culmination of 3 long years as cancer ravaged Mum's body and stole her dignity mercilessly.Her mind held sway a little longer offering one last conversation to cling to.With her body slowly shutting down I needed to be with Mum when she passed on and with the Symphony Hall & Harley beckoning,I was torn.
I knew Birmingham would be special but not as special as Mum's last breath.I needed to be there to hold her hand, no second chance.I sat holding her cooling hand telling of my love and the memories we shared as Saturday's sombre dusk closed in.Her fragile form could bear only a gentle caress and her forehead, a light kiss.
With the air of death cloaking the room ,weak but significant squeezes of my hand by Mum's hand gripped my mind.Just a couple of minutes of her touch seemed to tell me Mum would wait for me.I suddenly knew and from being torn, there was no doubt.She had sent a message.
I left the Leicester Royal infirmary at 5.45 in unforgiving weather and arrived at the Symphony Hall drenched but sure, sure Mum would wait.
Tears stole down my cheeks as the Symphony Hall awakened to Hideaway , 2500 people unaware, happy in their worlds.Mum was true to her squeezes, giving me her final gift.
Bye Mum, love you x