Post card from Isle of Wight 1984

Playing on the white sand of Isle of Wight

My wonderful man Friday whisked me away for three days to Isle of Wight where I tired to forget the sorrow, the pain I was going through due to the news of sudden death of my beautiful mother on 14th May 1984.

 My mother would have liked me to be at home with the rest of my family, sharing my grief with all her friends for days and nights until she was cremated; I found being away from home and with nature, the sun, the sea and the sand was my way of dealing with my very personal lose on this planet.

I was grateful, my man had made time to share my grief with me; he had never met my wonderful mother!