Note: I go back to my posts to add / amend as I remember things and as people mention things, so the posts evolve. I know (and respect) that some bloggers don’t change once they’ve posted, or add a clear note when they do. That’s good, but as this is a personal blog with the aim of one day editing them all into a hazy memoir, this way works for me.
Trish and Janet’s mom Iona died this week aged 90. Their Dad Neil passed away in 2013 just short of his 88th birthday. Poor Iona was not happy after Neil’s death, having to move into a home, then earlier this year into frail care. She remained feisty, but in pain from a crumbling hip. She missed Neil’s amazing care and she missed Trish and Janet, who was her last remaining comfort, but so far away in Maun.
At the end she suffered strokes within the last few days which hastened the end. Janet got down from Botswana in time to make her last two days more comfortable.
Neither Neil nor Iona wanted any fuss – no funeral, no service, no lies. Daughter Janet instead arranged a little wake – a gathering of good friends where we celebrated them and spoke about and laughed about Trish, Neil and Iona, and drank to family, health, fun, friends, memories and dammitall. I’m so glad she did!
Some months later, Janet and Tobias saw to it that their ashes joined Trish’s (and Bella’s!) in our garden.