These are my memories of Helen's lovely mum...
The smell of a fry up, saturday mornings, black pudding in the pan.
Classical music playing out.
A bottomless teapot of hot Lancashire tea.
I remember stories, particularly a bicycle made for two, wedding bells.
Sid by your side.
The smiles and the giggles.
Walks, traversing streams, wet bottoms!
Strolls through the village,
Lancashire cheese.
Your love, warmth all encompassing.
Your house is yellow with brightness, welcomness and openness.
Quiet but always heard.
I see Helen, Jane and Grace.
They capture your smile, they've absorbed your kind heart, openness and brightness.
What a privilege to have witnessed even just a small part of who you were, are and what you've left behind.
Rebecca
17th July 2020