You may have guessed by my prolonged absence that my dear mum did not make the recovery we hoped for. She passed from this life to the next in our local hospital, never to return to her beloved flat and home.
My mum had a simple faith, one which she passed on to me. When I was little she would recite this prayer before tucking me up in bed for the night-
Lord, keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears;
May angels guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears.
Amen
This painting by Edward Hughes reminded me of my mum and the prayer she recited. We saw the painting in Birmingham whilst visiting an exhibition called "Enchanted Dreams".
And now, I am no longer the baby of the family, I am Mandma Val. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.
I have much to be thankful for.
