From the shadows

I came across this photo of Mum from 2012 buried away in a folder on the computer. It’s in a bird hide at Pegwell Bay between Deal and Ramsgate. It’s the 29th of December and you can almost hear the massed birds feeding on the mudflats.

The cold north light of the North Sea, not to mention the penetrating cold, seems to both rob and accentuate colour and form as my dear old Mum looks on with such concentration at the scene outside.

The minister at The Boss' Mum's funeral five hard years back said that a long illness casts a life into dark shadows. Time allows us to recover them from the darkness that made death seem a relief and see them in their wholeness again.

Ciao Mamma. Ciao bella ciao.