Countdown

Two days until family and friends say an official adieu to my mum at the matriarch’s funeral service. A day when we’ll give thanks to, and for, the wonderful force of nature who touched our lives with unconditional love, warmth, hilarity and generosity of spirit. Wednesday one of celebration for a lady who spent eighty…

Matriarchal Mutterings

This narrative is a continuation of my week long vignettes relating to my recently deceased mum. Bearing the same writing format of part fiction based on fact running throughout each essay, all of these monologues are edited amalgamations of prose previously published on my website strachan.blog . A piece penned on 29th March 2020…… During…

Thoughts From The Care Home

As I begin this chronicle I’ve just returned into my mothers care home room after vacating it while nurses undertook the matriarch’s personal care. While standing out in the corridor, adjacent to Maggie’s chamber, Andrew Lloyd-Webber’s emotive hymn Pie Jesu played out from a neighbouring resident’s room. The refrain’s celestial nature, incorporating prayers to a…

When Maggie Nearly Met Lizzie

As I prepare to wax lyrical, my Saturday morning soundscape is Led Zeppelin’s ‘Stairway to Heaven’ accompanied by the sizzle of frying pork sausages. This gratifying aural backdrop augmented by the sound of my kid brother Ian chopping veg to add to the casserole he’s cooking for this evenings potlatch. Footnote – To clarify Led…

Lockdown 2 – “Just When You Thought It Was Safe To Go…”

Day -3 until the England’s second official lockdown. Thursday being the day we meet the new edicts; these not identical to the legislation in March’s initial lockdown. For instance, schools will remain open, and anyone called Geoff will still be able to visit Krispy Kreme Donuts every other Tuesday. Apparently this lockdown will last for…

Raining In Her Heart

It’s Saturday morning and East Lancashire’s awoken to a rainfall deluge. Admittedly, not an uncommon meteorological landscape for those residing on the western foothills of the Pennines. Especially here in Heywood, whose precipitation is so extensive the town should be twinned with Niagara Falls. Sadly, in a traumatic week which saw her mum cremated, this…

Angela

Yesterday, there was no narrative forthcoming from the pen of yours truly. Understandably, attendance at the funeral of a good friend’s mother held dominion over every other action on 1st October 2020. Coincidently, yesterday would’ve also been my mother and father’s 60th wedding anniversary had cancer not came calling for Malcolm Strachan in October 2017….

Autumn Sun

Looking out through French doors leading from chez Strachan’s dining room to the rear garden, low autumnal solar rays highlight unsightly grime upon the glasswork. Muck consequential of recent West Yorkshire precipitation…… Looks like we’ll witness the windolene, a cloth and chamois leather later today. Thankfully, though, the rain residue isn’t bad enough to deprive…

The King’s Spirit

Today marks the second anniversary of my dad’s passing. Twenty four months during which I learned for the first time in half century on this screwed up planet what loss truly meant. A valuable lesson formed from consequential emotions evoked at the realisation I’d never again being able to share the company of a dearly…